08th Dec 2005
Home Sweet Home (a Baltimore Recap)
Being inspired is hard work. I returned home from Baltimore tonight after 10 long days of training and am thoroughly tired. The training went really well and was full of inspirational women who’ve traveled the globe working in peace, justice, and community development projects. I met women who’d spent 16 years in Peru, 19 years in Brazil, 20 years in Kenya, 10 years in the Congo, 5 years in Malaysia, etc. Inspiring really doesn’t begin to convey the dedication, conviction, perseverance, and commitment to social justice and change that these women demonstrate on a daily basis! It was great to hear their perspective on cultural competence, and great to get my mind thinking on tough topics. I’ll be working with youth with disabilities in a small village in a rural part of the country. One example of a tough topic: When you’re working in a community/culture that believes in Animism, doesn’t have access to health care, and doesn’t always accept youth with disabilities… what do I say to a parent who thinks their child’s disability is a curse? What do I say when they say their disabled child is God’s punishment for the parents sins? Other fun questions, though less tough, concern developing a fabulous relationship when living and working with the same woman for the next 365 days (is there such thing as too much time together)? Anyway, the training was great and our hosts were generous and terrific as always.
In the middle of the two weeks of training, C and I headed to Philly for a little road trip. There wasn’t much rest and relaxation with all of the driving, but it was a super fun weekend. We visited two former members from last year (Alex drove in from Boston and Dave took the train in from NYC). AC is this odd little world where you are only granted an access pass to people’s lives for one short year. You never know at the end who will move away, who will stay in touch, or who you’ll ever see again regardless of location. This weekend was an amazing chance to see two members again, and to meet both of their families, and to hang out for a while in their old neighborhoods. I’m so thankful for this amazing opportunity to spend time with them and their families… it was really great! C and I even took time away from socializing to drive out a ways to visit C’s grandparents. They lived an hour and a half away and were a super sweet couple. That brings the total number of C’s family I’ve met up to six. Crazy. Snow in Philly was pretty strong Saturday night, but the drive home Sunday afternoon wasn’t too bad. We met up with a childhood friend of C’s for lunch and he was great too. He even used to live on a permaculture farm in Hawaii… super cool in my book!
Outside of training, C and I spent many late nights processing the training, and chatting about life, Kenya, dynamics, kids, culture, fears, hopes, and more. We’re incredibly different than each other in many powerful aspects and we process very differently. How are you different?, you say. Give us an example, you say. Okay. Here’s an example: she’s an introverted homebody who drinks lots of coffee and goes to bed early and who wears lots of layers… and while I’m uber-extroverted gal who stays up late and is generally out most nights and weekends and doesn’t do caffeine and only owns v-neck shirts and doesn’t like layering. It’s all very intriguing how the personal dynamics have begun to play out and will continue to play out over the next year. (The caffeine differences and the v-necks are decidedly less intriguing). Regardless, some days I think we’re not compatible and we’re setting ourselves up for some painful failure that will be devastating considering all else we’ll need to deal with being in a new country. However, the other 99.44% of the time I know she’s intelligent, gifted, beautiful, silly, and fabulous… and I genuinely couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend the year with in Kenya. Our plane ride back from Baltimore to Houston tonight was really nice (as generic as that might sound) and it’s crazy to think how close we are after only knowing each other for a few months. In Sissy’s words, we’ve “become fast friends.” In my words, she’s a weirdo and I love her.
Being inspired is hard work. I returned home from Baltimore tonight after 10 long days of training and am thoroughly tired. The training went really well and was full of inspirational women who’ve traveled the globe working in peace, justice, and community development projects. I met women who’d spent 16 years in Peru, 19 years in Brazil, 20 years in Kenya, 10 years in the Congo, 5 years in Malaysia, etc. Inspiring really doesn’t begin to convey the dedication, conviction, perseverance, and commitment to social justice and change that these women demonstrate on a daily basis! It was great to hear their perspective on cultural competence, and great to get my mind thinking on tough topics. I’ll be working with youth with disabilities in a small village in a rural part of the country. One example of a tough topic: When you’re working in a community/culture that believes in Animism, doesn’t have access to health care, and doesn’t always accept youth with disabilities… what do I say to a parent who thinks their child’s disability is a curse? What do I say when they say their disabled child is God’s punishment for the parents sins? Other fun questions, though less tough, concern developing a fabulous relationship when living and working with the same woman for the next 365 days (is there such thing as too much time together)? Anyway, the training was great and our hosts were generous and terrific as always.
In the middle of the two weeks of training, C and I headed to Philly for a little road trip. There wasn’t much rest and relaxation with all of the driving, but it was a super fun weekend. We visited two former members from last year (Alex drove in from Boston and Dave took the train in from NYC). AC is this odd little world where you are only granted an access pass to people’s lives for one short year. You never know at the end who will move away, who will stay in touch, or who you’ll ever see again regardless of location. This weekend was an amazing chance to see two members again, and to meet both of their families, and to hang out for a while in their old neighborhoods. I’m so thankful for this amazing opportunity to spend time with them and their families… it was really great! C and I even took time away from socializing to drive out a ways to visit C’s grandparents. They lived an hour and a half away and were a super sweet couple. That brings the total number of C’s family I’ve met up to six. Crazy. Snow in Philly was pretty strong Saturday night, but the drive home Sunday afternoon wasn’t too bad. We met up with a childhood friend of C’s for lunch and he was great too. He even used to live on a permaculture farm in Hawaii… super cool in my book!
Outside of training, C and I spent many late nights processing the training, and chatting about life, Kenya, dynamics, kids, culture, fears, hopes, and more. We’re incredibly different than each other in many powerful aspects and we process very differently. How are you different?, you say. Give us an example, you say. Okay. Here’s an example: she’s an introverted homebody who drinks lots of coffee and goes to bed early and who wears lots of layers… and while I’m uber-extroverted gal who stays up late and is generally out most nights and weekends and doesn’t do caffeine and only owns v-neck shirts and doesn’t like layering. It’s all very intriguing how the personal dynamics have begun to play out and will continue to play out over the next year. (The caffeine differences and the v-necks are decidedly less intriguing). Regardless, some days I think we’re not compatible and we’re setting ourselves up for some painful failure that will be devastating considering all else we’ll need to deal with being in a new country. However, the other 99.44% of the time I know she’s intelligent, gifted, beautiful, silly, and fabulous… and I genuinely couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend the year with in Kenya. Our plane ride back from Baltimore to Houston tonight was really nice (as generic as that might sound) and it’s crazy to think how close we are after only knowing each other for a few months. In Sissy’s words, we’ve “become fast friends.” In my words, she’s a weirdo and I love her.
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