Friday, November 25, 2011

International Women's Day





















“In this house, we want a life free of violence against women.” This logo is painted next to most front doors in town and in compo communities.  It is even posted on the side of Suchitoto buses and on a billboard as one enters town.

 This week we celebrated International Women’s Day in the plaza.  Many women didn’t have to work on the day and the Women’s Office bussed people in from the compo to celebrate.  Students presented well-prepared skits supporting women’s rights and shining light on the rolls of women in El Salvador.  Many leaders from Suchitoto spoke on the topic and they all signed some official document at the end.  While it is a machismo society, the Women’s Office of Suchitoto (started small and by Sister Peggy) has come a long way in promoting women’s rights and supporting women in the area.  It is the second strongest in the country!

Heidi told me a story about the strength of women in this community.  She said a group of women decided that if someone heard any violence against women, they would be prepared to stop it.  One can hear neighbors easily here because most houses are open-air casas.  So, when it happened, the neighbor called her friends and many women quickly and quietly surrounded the house with pots and pans, and all at once, began banging on them to draw attention to the violence, to embarrass the abuser, and to stop the abuse.  It is a truly creative way of immediately addressing the problem.

Side Note:  Suchitoto is a small town but there are communities in the compo that have their own names but are still considered part of Suchitoto.  For example, El Citio is forty-five minutes away but part of Suchitoto.  People from the communities come to town to buy food at the market (no grocery stores here) and to celebrate mass on Sundays.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving Lovelies!


I am overwhelmed with gratitude! This morning, I’ve been focusing on the many people who have influenced, guided, touched, inspired, and loved me throughout the years.  I appreciate the strikingly brilliant and subtle moments of grace that I’ve shared with my friends and family throughout the years.   I’m grateful to each one of you for the unique relationships we share or have shared.  Everyone has transformed me in one way or another.  I’m thankful for rich conversations, painful laughter, simple bits of silence, expressed and non-expressed love, colorfully understood differences, and overwhelming amounts of support.

As I reflect on my life, my whole body is overwhelmed with joy and my spirit reaches out and up with a heartfelt thanks to each person who has touched my life in one way or another. 

I am deeply blessed.  Thank You.


Thanksgiving at Centro Arte Para La Paz!  It's 85 Degrees!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Individual Stories Creating Community


This weekend Suchitoto hosted a Jazz festival.  Watching Sister Peggy walk through the plaza was like watching politician walk through a crowd of supporters.  She really knows individuals, their personal stories, and family history.

Over coffee, she and I discussed the beauty in knowing the deep, complicated, stories of each individual in the community.   When sharing in those stories, there is a genuine sense in knowing, supporting, and accompanying people.  In that way, this place is a true community.  It is not only Peggy who knows individual stories but people throughout the town share in these stories as well.

She offered the question, why is it so easy for us to assume others have a “uni..versal” or “the same…story.”  It is easy for me to ignore or hide difficult pieces of individual stories.  Difficult parts of our lives are often thrown in a pillowcase for us to deal with when we are alone.  Sometimes people share burdens and I choose to move to the positive or to a solution before acknowledging the hurt.  It is more comfortable to move on quickly.  People here share in each others pain, accompany each other, but also move on with a positive “can-do” spirit.

This place feels like a true community.  Individuals share their unique stories and members are blessed with a genuine sense in knowing, supporting, and accompanying each other.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

El Citio


The power is out and the lightning storm is pouring rain on our tin roof.  This is one of my favorite sounds, so peaceful.   Unfortunately, it’s not so for the people in the campo.  Many communities lost their homes, crops, and livestock a few weeks ago in the rainstorm.  Tonight’s storm is routine and it will pass.

Anyway, today I rode in the back of a pickup to catch a tippy boat, to walk through chicken yards and up a muddy hill to arrive at a school in “El Citio.”  This is one of the communities outside Suchitoto.  About seventy families live in the community (big for the local communities).  They are lucky because they are one of the few with a school.  I knew that I missed the school setting but today was a solid reminder.  I miss the fun-loving energy and genuine conversations.  Today was their last day of school.  The kids left after class.  About ten minutes later, one of the students walked by the schoolyard herding cows down the main muddy path.  I then looked around and saw many students working among the corn and sugarcane in their yards.  On my way back to Suchitoto with the teachers, they said they need an English teacher.  I think I could fill in when they begin again in January.  Sister Peggy also asked if I could teach a womens yoga class out there.  I’d love to!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Vigil for Jesuit Martyrs at the UCA


Wow, this weekend I was blessed to participate in a vigil for six Jesuit priests, their housekeeper, and housekeeper’s daughter.  In 1989, the army removed them from their rooms in the middle of the night and murdered them one by one.  The Jesuits were committed to educating Salvadorians about their rights and supporting the poor in a time of extreme violence.  Jesuit universities throughout the US also host vigils for them on this weekend in November.

Saturday, we began the day with a lax soccer tournament at the university.    We then walked to a street that runs through the UCA (University of Central America).   Each department within the school created an alfombra, which is a large, carpet-looking piece of art created from colorful salt grains.  The alfombras were huge, vibrant, and moving.  The details were intricate.  Each alfombra told a powerful story or shouted an important message about human rights, faith, and/or Salvadorian history.  The alfombras lead to the area where we celebrated Mass that evening.  Check out the pictures below!





About six in the evening, a couple thousand people and I began processing around the university with candles in hand.  People traveled from all over El Salvador for the vigil.  We processed for two hours, passing memorial posters and tables decorated for the martyrs.  People sang together and load speakers projected readings.   We also remembered other groups of people who were killed throughout the war (teachers, church groups, and whole villages).

At eight, we began a Mass that reminded me of a World Youth Day mass due to its size and production.  There were about fifty priests on the altar and the homily was charged with a challenge to continue working for the rights of all while remaining hopeful.  It was powerful and well delivered.

At ten, some of the biggest bands in El Salvador performed for the people on the same stage as Mass.  The people celebrated together until 2am.  I didn’t make it that late, but I am continuously moved by the way Salvadorians celebrate life.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Doubting and Belonging


One night, the week before I left for El Salvador, I could not sleep.  I began to doubt my decision.  I stared at the dark, slanted ceiling and entertained petrifying thoughts about what could happen during my time abroad and what my life here could, in the most terrifying way, become.  The thoughts snowballed into grandiose images. 

Like all mature, sophisticated, confidant adults, I walked into Mom and Dad’s house and woke mom.  We talked.  We cried.  She offered perfect guidance.  The next morning, I rouse just as excited as I had been all along. 

I don’t know why my heart started beating so fast or why my mind drifted into such a cave during those hours but I’m thankful I was able to approach the journey from a fresh point of view the next morning.  Worries and negative thoughts are paralyzing.  My time down here so far has been a dream.  I wake each morning anticipating another awe-inspiring day.  Today, I was laughing at those horrible thoughts!

While reading The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey by Henri J.M. Nouwen, I came across a quote that Nouwen’s Spiritual Director (Pere Thomas) shared with him.

“The heart is before and beyond the distinctions between sorrow and joy, anger and lust, fear and love.  It is the place where all is one in God, the place where we truly belong, the place from which we come and to which we always yearn to return (p. 49).”

True that.  For me, paralyzing thoughts emerge from my shallow space, a space where I’m disconnected from my true self and my authentic relationship with God and the world.  When I run, journal, practice yoga, and converse with my friends, I remember the place from which I come and the place to which I yearn to return.  I wish all humans could feel this true sense of belonging.  I belong, no matter where I live, as long as my heart motivates my thoughts and interactions.





This is one of the meditation spaces that I enjoy in the mornings at Sister Peggy's house.  Beautiful huh?  Love it?

Monday, November 7, 2011

STIMMA's Photos

STIMMA is a group from Canada who is funding the Harp Project at the Center.  They just posted photos from their visit to Suchitoto .  They are beautiful!  Check 'em out!

http://footprints.stimma.org/

Listening Levels


The Salvadorians that I’ve met know how to prioritize.  Even if they have jobs to complete, they are never too busy for conversation and to assist each other.  It seems that interpersonal relationships are the highest priority.  They listen deeply.  When I accompanied students to the International Benedictine Youth Congress in Australia, our theme was Dadirri, an Aboriginal word for ‘Deep Listening.’   It’s an important quality valued across all cultures.

I can’t wait to communicate with people here more extensively.  Their stories about family, war, hardships, and blessings are both profound and inspiring.  At this point, I’m listening to words but mostly internalizing body language.  My conversational awareness is surprisingly intense as my limited verbal comprehension highlights emotional comprehension.  As a result, my intuition and emotional intelligence are soaring.   This is an unexpected blessing.  I hope that when my language skills improve, I can remember this deeper level of listening.

On another note, Sister Peggy left for a fundraising trip in Boston.  I’m staying in her house with Xumara, a high school student who is from the campo but lives with Peggy during the week.  She and I are having a blast confusing Spanish/English while cooking and eating together.  I started Spanish lessons so we are both studying in the evenings.   My Spanish is progressing but I’m dancing around and swinging my arms more than ever.  We may not communicate in words well yet but our tummies are sore with laughter!

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Suchitoto!



Oh, Suchitoto!  What are beautful little town?!  Today we are preparing for a harp, guitar, flute concert in the old chapel.  I loved waking to the birds this morning!  Sister Peggy told me that they left the country during the war but have since returned.  Amazing, animal instincts. 

This town is so sweet with its little plazas, cobblestone streets, and children playing at all hours in the open areas.  Everyone seems joyful and they greet each other with smiles.  I love seeing the elderly out and about laughing with the kids.  Why don't we see our elderly out and about in such joyful moods in the US? 

Today, we are hosting a harp, guitar, flute, vocal concert at the Center.  The students have been preparing for months with local teachers and classes they have taken with foreigners over skype, here at the center.  The people who have funded to program are in town and the concert is primarily for them.  Fr. Martin, I've been spending time with Wendy who built the harps and has been teaching the students over skype.  It reminds me of the work you do with the students on the mountain dulcimers. 



Throughout this week, I'll participate in a variety of classes to a feel of the place before I begin my work.  How fun?!

Last night Peggy and I went to dinner with two other volunteers and Rosa and Ava who are locals (both 31 year old teachers and best friends).  They have known Peggy since they were 10 and it looks like I'll move in with Ava when one of the volunteers moves out (just over a week I think).

Loves to All!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Bienvenidos!

Thanks for checking in! I am extremely excited to return to El Salvador and to begin my journey here.  I chose this country because Salvadorians cultivate a strong sense of community and faith in life's beauty.  They are also motivated to organize themselves in ways that open the minds and hearts of others.  Their actions are founded on hope and love for humanity.

I chose the title Inviting a Sense of Wonder because the phrase asks for one to open herself emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually to fresh ways of interacting with the world.

I'm currently staying with my friend, Heidi Kallen, in San Salvador and will meet with Sister Peggy on Friday morning.  She and I will drive to Suchitoto at that point and discuss my possible role at Centro Arte Para La Paz (http://capsuchitoto.org/en/) in more detail.

So here I am excited, nervous, vulnerable, curious, strong, and faithful.

I love you all and am thankful for your unique presence in my life!