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Thursday, 3 April 2008
Oh
my…where has time gone? Another month has arrived…
Well,
see you over in the April section…’
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Sunday, 23 March 2008 – Easter Sunday
Finger Weaving…
I
stayed up late last night, absorbed by a finger-weaving project.
I
am no artist, but there is something satisfying about creating, blending colors
and textures. This spontaneous project
spawned a few bight bookmarks. Late at
night, I am sleepy, tired, but happy. I
have let me be me. It is good.
I
spread my small creations on the footstool by my chair and look at them. Hardly works of art, but they make me
smile. And that is enough.
Today
slipped away. We walked the dog. Mark made mousaka. I wrote a few letters to friends. I avoided work.
I
have been feeling like part of the rat race and lately there are cats pursuing
us rats. It is no longer the pleasure
of running and catching our prey – we have become prey!
All
of my hours are scheduled up and filled with demands. The phone rings and I ignore it because I
know there will be someone talking strategies and projects and plans. I kick my tote bag with work projects under
the bench where it is out of sight (out f mind).
This
weekend has been about remembering who I am and living in the moment.
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Saturday, 22 March 2008
A Perfect Day…
Unplanned
days are the best. I do not like to have
dirty fingerprints marring the day before I have the opportunity to watch it
unfold.
Zia
piled into the big, red pick-up truck and struck her happy pose in the
backseat. Saturdays mean a day tagging
along with her humans. A day with the
potential for new places, new scents, new treats and plenty of time with the
humans in her life. She stretches out
and settles in.
I
climb in beside Mark. All week long the
truck is my vehicle. But on Saturdays,
Mark drives and I am the navigator.
Plans are loose: find a few yard sales and see what treasures pop up and
what characters spill their tales to us as we explore the town and see how the
locals live. It is not about the
treasures that might appear, it is about the people, their homes, their
willingness to open up to strangers…to connect. It is the randomness, the
discoveries.
We
poke through tables of eccentric stuff and chat with a woman from Tahiti.
Another woman decided to have a garage sale to throw together cash for an
urgent car repair. She is a cat lover
and the table is full of cat related foolishness. We like the looks of the neighborhood. Miss Zia tugs on her leash so we head off to
explore the neighborhood a bit. Turtledoves
coo, the spring air is gentle.
Later
we park ourselves at a local outdoor café.
A guitar player sings the songs of our youth. We sit in the warming sun, gaze at the
mountains and eavesdrop a bit as the locals discuss politics, careers, religion
and the future.
The
lazy morning has slipped away and the checklist surfaces in my head. So much to do, so little time.
We
take the truck to the car wash. This is
a task that is almost play. We ease our
way home and sneak up on the checklist.
Once home, the warm sun lures us outside. The Koi leap in the air and dance on their
tails. They splash loudly. We become a captive audience.
We
sink down into lawn chairs and soon we agree to play hooky a little
longer. We sip on tall, cool drinks, read
chapters of the library books from the red tote bag, soaking up warmth,
listening to bids singing and reading our respective novels. Miss Zia stretches out on the patio, as if to
guard us. The hours slip away.
A
lizard sits on a nearby rock; bids splash and bathe, just a few feet away from
us. Time slows down.
I
think about Easter, the resurrection, life…
Life
feels good.
We
need more of these days.
How
is it that life evolves around work rather than such simple pleasures?
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Friday, 21 March 2008 – Good Friday
The Coyote at Sunrise.
The
sun glinted down from the mountains, casting a spotlight on the healthy coyote
that stood staring at me and Miss Zia. I
was in his space, but he remained calm and collected. Miss Zia did not panic or react in any
visible way. I merely stared back at the
beautiful wild creature who blessed me with this opportunity.
A
photo is burned into my mind. Better
than a photo, I can conjure it up at any time or place I wish.
My
mental photo gallery includes a few cranes – one in Boston and one in sunny
South Carolina. I can call them up at
will and feel the emotions f the moment.
It
amazes me how we live side-by-side with nature and yet so seldom do we actually
come face-to-face with these beautiful creatures.
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Sunday,16 March 2008
Exhilarating and Exhausting
Our
Santa Fe life is delightful – “exhilarating and exhausting” is how I worded it
when I was catching up on some long overdue correspondence this morning.
“It
is all good” – I have frequently heard people use that tagline and it
applies. There is just soooo much good
going on in my life right now that I do not always appear to grateful for this
amazing bounty.
We
are surrounded by bounty, beauty, blessings - abundance. I am like an over-stimulated child, giddy,
laughing, and suddenly weeping out of exhaustion and then laughing again.
I
am like a manic, without the depressive!
I
have so much to be grateful for and even as all these events push at me, I
whisper sweet “thank yous” under my breath.
I
could not have outlined the life I am leading.
I
know that somehow this awareness of all the good in the world and in my life
comes from letting go of a personal sense of things…not clinging to events and
anger and grief…not seeing these things as evidence of evil…denying the
darkness and seeing the light….
Though
I often fail to express this wonder and may seem overwhelmed in the moment,
juggling all the pretty balls, I am ultimately keenly aware of the
demonstration of abundance and joy that are my life.
And
I am truly grateful.
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Saturday 15 March 2008
Today I Play Hooky
Spring
is in the air and I decided to take a day off to just follow my whims, to
recharge my battery, to sharpen the saw…a day to play hooky from the
self-imposed agendas and relax…a day to acknowledge life in simple ways. A day to stay in the moment and ignore
check-lists (the toxic poison in many lives).
We
piled our pound-pup into the back seat of the pick-up truck and headed
off. We did mundane things – exploring
the town using garage sales and estate sales as a template. Later we bought some yarn for a weaving
project for me and then decided to drive south to Albuquerque to buy groceries
at the commissary on the AFB.
The Need to Live in the Now…
There
are so many things going on in my life and all of them are good. I’ve been feeling challenged by a sense of
limited time and personal responsibility…today I think I finally broke that chain.
I
was mesmerized by the illusion that time is limited…time is a mortal concept so
perhaps it is. But in reality, we have
just what we need right now. Our Infinite
Father/Mother God withholds nothing from us.
Sometimes we mortals seem to act like recalcitrant children and want to
have it our own way…as if we would rather believe a lie…
If
I humble myself and acknowledge the Truth and turn it all over to God with a
prayer of gratitude, I am suddenly, delightfully free.
“I
can see clearly now..” goes a line in a popular song from my youth…
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Friday, 14 March 2008
My
sweet spouse came to my office on this quiet Friday and helped me work on a
brochure I am developing for the NM Coalition for Literacy.
I
love working with my spouse on projects like this. There is a synergy between us that brings out
the best in each of us.
We
each sat at our computers working on graphics and content and exchanging ideas
and coming up with wonderful new ideas.
The
draft we came up with is edgy, eye-catching and one I am very pleased to say I
had a part on producing.
But,
as in all things, it is the process, not the product (the journey, not the
destination) that matters in the end. It
is a pleasure to have a mutually respectful and creative companion to wok with
on any kind of project in life.
I
am grateful for such a companion.
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Thursday,13 March 2008
My Brother’s Travel Plans…
My
bothers travel plans dominate much of my free time lately. Midnight phone calls and coordinating details
with people all over the USA…it is finally all coming together in a plan.
Technology
is great and here in the USA we tend to forget that so many people do not have
such easy access to phones, faxes and even, mail. A letter to my brother in Malawi takes about
a month to surface in his mail-box. And
then someone must hike miles down the mountain to collect that mail and then
hike back up to deliver it.
To
call me, my bother must hike up a steep mountain and place the call, relying on
an infrastructure that often fails. The
act of connecting on the phone often means an hour o two of trying to call him
back – dead air, busy signals, charges for nothing…we spent a few hours and $20
trying to reconnect one night (3AM) and only managed to become frustrated,
cranky and irritable…and my poor brother on the other end was probably no
better off, but he had a long hike back down the mountain ahead of him.
Dealing
with ambiguity and being flexible are two things Peace Corps Volunteers hear a
lot about…Definitely these skills should be bullets on a resume!
So
should being graceful and gracious under fire.
Lately
I have let things get to me a bit – I cling to my crankiness because it is the
only thing I seem to have control over.
It would be wise to let it go.
I
will let it go.
My
role really is to give thanks and to rejoice…why am I so tempted to cling to
control….? Of course I am not the only
one who does this…
Now
that this is on paper, I can see what needs to be done…I can let it go and know
that God is guarding, guiding and governing my life and I just need to
acknowledge all those gifts – be grateful, give thanks, rejoice – be fit to
receive more.
Ahhh,
the lessons of life…what an apprenticeship this is!
Excuse
me – I have some mental thank you notes to compose and deliver! 8-)
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Saturday, 8 March 2008 – International
Women’s Day
Find a Women and Treat Her
Well!
This
is a holiday we fail to acknowledge here in the USA, though historically this
is where it is rooted.
It
is quite a celebration in Ukraine. (Read March 2005-2007 journals notes on our
Ukraine experiences with Women’s Day)
There, it is a combination of Mother's Day and Valentine's
Day...chocolate bars, champagne, parties, time off! Flowers are showered on important women in
one's life....It is a biiiiiiiggggg deal.
Those foolish people who fail to respect this holiday are considered
uncultured and, well, scum! 8-)
We
need t revive this holiday in the USA!
Spread the word…
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Friday, 7 March 2008
Following
is information on a Habitat for Humanity event in Malawi, the country my dear
brother has called home since the mid-1980’s.
There are so many ways to get out and be part of the larger world…ways
to see the world through new eyes (as Proust said).
Habitat house under construction in
Malawi.
April
2-16, 2008
Are you looking
for a unique and rewarding experience? Do you possess a sense of adventure?
Then consider traveling to Malawi, in southern Africa, with a group of Habitat
for Humanity volunteers and make your next vacation a “day on,” not a “day
off.” Experience the beauty, the culture and the charm of the country
affectionately known as the “Warm Heart of Africa,” while working alongside
partner families and the local community.
About
Malawi
Malawi,
formerly the British Protectorate of Nyasaland, is a landlocked country in
southeastern Africa, bounded by Tanzania, Lake Malawi (Lake Nyasa), Mozambique
and Zambia. Malawi is a country of gorgeous scenery and extremely friendly and
welcoming people. The Great Rift Valley runs north to south, surrounded by
mountain ranges and high plateaus.
Malawi
ranks among the world’s least developed countries. The economy is predominately
agricultural, with about 85 percent of the population engaged in smallholder
farming.
Habitat for
Humanity Malawi started in the capital city of Lilongwe in 1986. HFH Malawi is
constructing houses of burnt clay bricks, cement floors and tile roofs. More
than 5,000 houses have been built, making it one of the largest Habitat
building programs in the world.
Itinerary
Our Global
Village trip to Malawi will be for 15 days including eight days of building and
three days of R&R. While in Malawi, we will visit Lake Malawi and may visit
a wildlife park for safari.
April 2,
Wednesday - Depart for Blantyre
April 3,
Thursday - Arrive; travel to accommodation
April 4,
Friday - Travel to affiliate; orientation and welcome
April 5-9,
Saturday-Wednesday - Build (possible cultural activity Monday afternoon)
April 10,
Thursday - R&R
April
11-13, Friday-Sunday - Build; farewell ceremony
April
14-16, Monday-Wednesday - R&R; depart for home
Accommodations
Teams
traveling to Malawi usually stay in guesthouses, or at modest hotels. These
facilities will have running water and electricity, but please be prepared for
times during the trip when you may need to use a pit latrine or go without
electricity and running water. Sleeping bags and mosquito nets are usually
needed. Breakfast and dinner are usually provided where team members are
lodged, and lunch is typically provided on site.
Cost
The trip
will cost $1,800, not including round-trip airfare. This price includes
lodging, food, ground transportation, cultural tours, insurance, orientation
materials and a donation to Habitat for Humanity Malawi. Special excursions may
add additional costs. Participants will need to arrange and pay for
transportation from their point of departure to Malawi. This should be done in
consultation with the team leader.
Team
leader
Elysia
Busick has just left New York City recently and is a graduate student in
Uppsala, Sweden, studying development. She also has experience in architecture
and design. This is her first build as a team leader and she is excited to
share this life-changing experience with others! Elysia has been on one build
to Chile in 2006 and has been hooked on Habitat ever since.
If you are
interested in this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, learning about a new culture
and making new friends, please e-mail Elysia at malawibuild08@gmail.com.
Not Everyone Thinks
This Habitat Event is Good….
A
former PCV who served in Malawi sent me a note regarding the Habitat event in
Malawi – he felt it was a waste of effort.
He feels that the money and time should go toward hospitals, school,
etc. He has a point, but I wan to go on
record saying that any activity that brings people to Malawi has the potential
to open their eyes to ways to make an individual difference in the lies of
other people.
By
spending time in Malawi on this program, people will see with their own eyes,
how poverty looks. They may decide to
use their personal resources in ways that may be more meaningful.
Our Global Community
I
encourage people to get out and experience the world in ways that challenge
their values and beliefs.
But,
that said, even tourists who see only the tip of the iceberg, often come back
changed and ready to tackle more of the work our global community demands.
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Thursday, 6 March 2008 – Snowbound!
I
am snowbound! What a delightful surprise
and all the better because it is an unexpected gift. I sip coffee and gaze out at the beautiful,
wet flakes drifting down from the usually turquoise, sunny skies above Santa
Fe. The snowflakes seem languid, yet
there are so many falling. The world
outside resembles an old black and white movie snowfall.
I
open the door and let Miss Zia nose her way out. She hesitates a moment and then burrows her
muzzle into the snow. She does a little
doggie-dance before racing off to explore.
I stand, still sipping coffee, watching her expression of joy, savoring
the moment.
“Have
you visited the Iditarod site yet?” asks my sweet spouse.
He
dons his cowboy hat and turns to look at me before he heads off to work. I have a snow day, but he does not.
I
smile at him, suddenly knowing that instead of checking off items from the un-ending
check-list that seems to control my days lately, I have the luxury of whiling
away a few guilt free hours looking at photos and reading narratives about the
annual mushing event in Alaska. What a
pleasure!
“Thanks
for the suggestion,” I answer and give him a hug.
I
turn back to the window and watch my own snow-princess dashing across the
snow-blanketed yard and smile.
I
am not a sportswoman, but the appeal of a dog team and the challenge of
trekking across that icy terrain makes my blood run faster.
Yes,
I finally have a guilt-free day and a totally unexpected opportunity to
play. And play I will!
My
list of challenges and deadlines and the stress that has nagged me
unrelentingly for several weeks seems to melt away in the reflected glow of the
images on my computer screen. I enjoy a
few hours of absolute pleasure. I feel
rejuvenated.
*
Read about Susan Butcher, one of the great legends of the Iditarod:
http://www.iditarod.com/learn/susanbutcher.html
Later the Same Day – Sigh…Not
Everyone Loves Dog sledding…
March
is Women’s History Month so I submitted the idea of recognizing Susan Butcher,
a legend of dog sledding and cancer, to a blogger that I read each day. Her blog is well-read and this seemed like a
good match to me.
My
suggestion was re-buffed in no uncertain terms.
The idea that dogsled-racing is cruel and inhumane came from her and
felt like a slap in my face. Yes, there
are incidents, as there are in any activity, but I believe that in general
mushers and their dogs are a team, expressing joy and working together as a
pack. Here’s an excerpt to my reply to
the woman whose response hit me so hard.
….Well, I am disappointed and find myself wondering how people can have such diverse opinions on things...I see the beauty of the animal and the human blending into a dynamic, spiritual team...using their talents joyfully. (I am not in denial about incidents of cruelty - but I know that there is evidence of cruelty in almost every activity we humans indulge in, regardless of all the laws and checklists and legislation we conjure up...).
I do not mean to be contentious or to pick a fight, but it occurs to me that if you do think the Iditarod is promoting cruelty, you would take the challenge and address the issue - be the change (as Gandhi says). Your blog has visibility and you are a woman of conscious.
You just never
know…
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Wednesday 5 March 2008
Dinner at El Farol
Finally the long
awaited dinner and Flamenco show at El Farol.
We have to reschedule once because the dancers were not available.
Tonight when we
arrived, the host indicated that they really had not planned to have a show
tonight - the regular dancers were not available again, but they were putting
on a show anyway…
We were seated in
a cozy corner of a small room. Outside
snow was starting to fall in earnest, but we relaxed and enjoyed our meal in
the charming ambience of a room that reminded us of our years in Spain.
The meal was good. It was not memorable, but attractively plated
and suggested meals we had eaten in Spain.
And though we unexpectedly ended up paying for a more expensive bottle
of wine than we ordered, we enjoyed sipping it as we visited quietly before the
show.
The atmosphere,
more important to me, was charming. Had
the dining room been crowded it would have been less charming since guests are
asked to share a table.
The dancers were
not the regulars and one of them was clearly a student. The other was an Asian-looking woman whose
costume appeared more Asian than Spanish too.
The guitar work was delightful.
No coffee or drinks were offered during the show.
Fortunately, the
company (my spouse) made the evening a delight and so did the beautiful snow
falling outside, framed in the window near our table.
We came to the
restaurant because we were “homesick” for our earlier years in sunny Spain and
the restaurant has a good reputation.
We will return, but probably only for tapas in the bar.
FYI: the meal should
have been about $120 with tip, etc…but we walked out paying closer to $200…a
cover charge not identified on the webpage,
a higher price bottle of wine than we ordered, etc…we discovered this
when we went online to do our bills
There are a few
other Spanish restaurants in town. When
we decide to splurge (we are still AmeriCorps*VISTA volunteers) again, we will
try one of them.
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Now
we are having AmeriCorps/VISTA adventures
right
here in Santa Fe, in the USA!
Life
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