Friday, December 3, 2010
Social Justice
With the at-risk female youth population, they also live in a group home and the ages range from 6 years to 15 years. In this population, there are a least 5 groups of sisters and my organization wanted to keep the 5 groups of sisters together. This is why there is such a variety of ages. These girls have come from abusive home situations. They have seen and experienced a lot in their lives. They now have the chance to rebuild their lives and be a normal kid. They have crushes on boys and talk endlessly about them. They listen to Justin Beiber and tell me everything about him. They read and watch the Harry Potter series and know more about Daniel Radcliffe than I do. They invent and play their games. They skateboard in the park near their house. These are all things that kids in the States do. I am impressed with these girls every time that I go over to their house. When I arrive at their house to work, I pretty much talk the entire time that I am there. I help out homework as well as read books and magazines. They brush my hair and sometimes fight who is going to do this. I usually receive at least 3 different hairstyles within the span of 30 minutes. We laugh at lot about my Spanish mistakes or other stories from school. I attempt to learn new recipes from the girls but then I forget everything in 5 minutes. It is never boring with these girls.
I continue to think how I am doing social justice in the time spent with these girls and with my babies. I am not changing policy in Bolivia about how money is spent on the Pediatric AIDS. I am not a social worker taking kids out of abusive home situations. I am advocating to the President in the States about the status of AIDS in Bolivia. I am not running a support group for families affected by AIDS. I have yet to meet other AIDS activists in the Cochabamba area. I simply change diapers and laugh with the girls. I enjoy my time with these girls and my babies.
Perhaps though in these simple tasks, social justice is being created though. I am literally accompanying and spending time with a population that is often forgotten about. Their life is given value because someone thinks it is important. Hope is being formed just by talking and giving time to someone.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Can you hold my baby?
--Briana Colton
This quote comes from one of my best friends. She wrote this to me before I began my missionary experience in Bolivia. She wanted to give me a reminder of what I learned during my service year in St. Louis. Through a smile, hug, or an act of kindness, anyone can change the world.
I thought of this quote as I was waiting to catch a bus that would take me to Yoga class. As I was waiting for the bus, I saw an indigenous woman and her baby. She wore a felt, knee-length skirt; her hair was long with two braids in the back; she held her baby in aguayo which is a type of cloth used by indigenous women to hold babies or other items. She carried another bag with her that was filled with newly bought items. Perhaps, she went to the Cancha and now, was looking for a bus to take her and her baby home. At the same time, she had this look in her eyes which indicated her tiredness from the day and frustration with the public transportation system at the moment. That night, every bus or trufi was filled with people. People were standing in the stairs of the bus or people were so close to each other in the bus that you barely had any room around you. I looked at her and her baby as I was standing and looking for a bus that had less people in it. I smiled and checked my watch because it was getting closer and closer to the start of my Yoga class. I was getting a little anxious about being late to Yoga. I did this a few times. Then something unusual happened. She asked me to hold her baby while she rearranged her aguayo. Her plan was to take her baby out of the aguayo and place her newly bought items into the aguayo. Then she was going to hold her baby in her arms. However, this action required additional help. And, this is my part. I reached out my arms and she handed her baby over to me immediately. I held her baby for less than 5 minutes and yet, it felt as though time stopped during this moment. She then finished placing her stuff in her aguayo. I gave her baby back to her. I found a trufi that took me to Yoga. She waited patiently for a trufi that would take her and her baby home.
This story is important to me because it demonstrates that a smile really can break the barrier between strangers. It dissolves potential fear and creates a relationship. Since a relationship has been created, a stranger is no longer a random person that you happened to meet in the street. This person is now part of your community and part of your life. We are part of a worldwide community that works to form relationships in the moment. So, we are all in this together now.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Possible Answer
I like all of these methods of engagement. I have used all of these methods at various points in my life. I volunteered for one year in St. Louis. My volunteer placement consisted in talking and listening to individuals with mental illness and drug addictions. I then began to work full-time in my former volunteer placement for three years. I worked with at-risk youth in East St. Louis. In college, I studied sociology and put an emphasis on poverty studies. I started to work with the anti-war movement and learned about the rights of immigrants. I even thought about living in a Catholic Worker house for a hot minute because I wanted to be more in solidarity with other peace activists in St. Louis. All of these experiences created an awareness of the injustices that exist in our world. It is with each of these experiences that deepened my faith and therefore lead me to Bolivia. However, I only learned about the last method of engagement about three weeks ago. It was through observing a friend as she was talking to a child who wanted to sell us some chocolate.
We were waiting for a friend to arrive and once our friend arrived, we were going out somewhere. As we were waiting, a beautiful little girl approached us and asked us if we wanted to buy chocolate. My natural instinct in this situation and other similar situations is to say, “No gracias” and then walk away. It is not great but it works. My friend took a different approach. She asked the little girl what her name is, how many brothers and sisters she has, what grade she is in, and where she sleeps at night. As I was watching this moment unfold, I stood slack-jawed and silent. She proceeded with confidence in this conversation. She talked as if this little girl had been in her first grade class in which she had previously left to become a missioner in Bolivia. She gave this little girl all of her attention as if no one else existed in the in the city of Cochabamba. She encountered Christ in the other, in the poor, and in the marginalized.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Tanta Pobreza
As I continue my journey throughout the city, there are other images that present themselves to me. There is an overwhelming amount of women and children selling stuffed animals, candy and gum, cigarettes, fake flowers, and water to anyone who is willing to make eye contact with them. They sell during the day and night in order to make their lives a little bit better. There are number of older indigenous women and men who hold their hands open to receive money from any who pass by them. With their hands open, there is a hope within their eyes that someone is going to give them money. There are glue-sniffers. They sniff glue and become high from the smell.
With these images ever embedded in my mind, the question is how does one escape from being a witness to this poverty? Is it as simple as closing my eyes? Do I listen to my I-Pod which drowns out the plea for money? Do I cross the street in order to avoid the older woman asking for money? Should I use sunglasses so I literally do not see the poverty? Do I pretend not to understand Spanish? Do I stay in my room and not venture out into the city? I am so confused in how to act in these situations. I want to give money or purchase something but then does it really help to solve the problem. Is their quality of life being improved with the act of buying something? I don’t know. Then, how I do help when I am surrounded by so much poverty? I wish that I had an answer, but I can always ask questions.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Just Dance!
I thought, really, I just have to dance with my abuela. There are many things that I can do to help out during the party. I can wash dishes and keep the kitchen clean which is my favorite activity to do. I can serve drinks to the guests and practice my Spanish at the same time. I can pick up trash. There is a small group of kids outside and I wonder if they want another player in “Duck, Duck, Goose.” I can run fast in a small circle. I play well with others. I am skilled in so many things and different areas. However, I needed to dance and I did exactly that. I danced with her, my uncle Eddie, my aunt Mersa, and my cousins to every song that was playing.
Throughout the party, everyone took turns dancing with her. Each person was utilizing a different dance. Sometimes, it was the Cueca. Other times, it was the Morenada. Both are great Bolivian dances. As each person danced with her, her demeanor changed. She was laughing with her whole body and smiling from cheek to cheek. There was a sparkle in her eyes and an overwhelming sense of joy that was present in her. She was filled with happiness. This moment meant so much to her because she was surrounded by so many people that love her. What a wonderful birthday gift!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Hospitality
As I witness this hospitality, I think about what it truly means to love the stranger. To love the stranger is really to give all what you can offer. Here in Bolivia, it is the gift of time. My host grandmother invites me to watch “Walker, Texas Ranger” with her every Sunday night. She says “Walker” and I head to her room to watch it. During commercial breaks, I ask her questions just to make sure that I understand the plot line. It is my favorite hour during the weekend. The guard at the Maryknoll Institute listens to my Spanish as we talk for hours. There is always a range of topics which challenges me to use my Spanish vocabulary. He and I both enjoy each other’s company. In these simple actions, I appreciate the time that is being given to me. This is more precious to me than what money can buy.
The Bolivian people are living out the Gospel spirit of loving the stranger with their hospitality. So, what is the best way to love the stranger? It is to spend time with each other.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Fabian
When I think about all of these invitations, I reflect on how he is in the beginning stages of becoming a missioner. He is only 6 years old, but I see this in him. He is generous with what he has. He is genuine in his actions. He asks hard questions that cause you to think about your actions. For example, he asked me why I don’t play with him more often. I replied that I have more homework and other things to do. He said something in Spanish that is still a bit foreign to me. He welcomes and accepts anyone into his life. I am just impressed with this little boy.
Through all of these actions, I mull over of what I can learn from him. He is an example of what I hope to be in my life. I want to share more of what I have. I want to welcome anyone into my life. I want to be more accepting of people that are different from me. I want to be more understanding of situations and circumstances that people are in. So, I need to take lessons from Fabian.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Typhoid Fever
I was and continue to be humbled by this moment. In my moment of sickness, I was completely out of my element. In the United States, I know how to treat my diseases and what type of support that I want. Here in Bolivia, I had absolutely no idea what to do. I did not know a doctor or even how to schedule an appointment. I did not know what type of medicine to take or how to obtain medicine. I did not know what type of food that would help, not harm my condition. I was completely helpless. The best thing that I could do was to tell my abuela. She would have the answers that I was seeking.
In sharing information about my health, I learned about community. My Bolivian family genuinely cared about my well-being. Everyone knew what I needed without me asking for it. The kids in my house did not ask me to play. My abuela asked me how often I went to the bathroom and listened during the night on how often I used the bathroom. She gave me cinnamon tea to help my stomach. She made bland food so I could at least eat something. She told the kids in my house to be quiet when I took 2-3 hour naps. She called the doctor in our family to diagnose me. He gave me some medicine which broke my fever. He then gave me a list of things that I need to get done at the lab. After I received my lab tests, my tia arranged for me to go to his hospital so he could explain the test results. I had no idea what my results meant. He then gave me a prescription for Cipro which would take away all of my symptoms. All of these acts demonstrate that in community, we need each other. We rely on each other. Community is based on mutual giving.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Wake Up Every Morning
What captures my thoughts about Bolivia is how I wake up each morning. I hear the sound of a rooster which is my other alarm clock. It crows several times. I also hear the rain on the roof. It is the rainy season now. The rain has a distinct sound. It is hollow and loud. It also comes down fast and strong. After two hours, the rain is done. The evidence from the rain is the mud puddle outside. The light from the sun streams through my curtains even though I want to sleep more. I turn over so I can block the light with my body but it is not enough. I must wake up to start my day. I smell the beginnings of lunch. It always smells tasty with all the spices that my abuela uses. She lets the food simmer so all the spices are in a perfect arrangement with each other. This smell makes me excited for lunch and I can’t wait to come home after classes. I see the daily activities of my abuela in the morning. She makes my breakfast and sets it out for me to eat. She fills a pitcher of water to water all of the plants as long as it did not rain early in the morning. She has coffee and bread ready for a worker in the neighborhood. She takes food out to Whiskey, our ferocious and kind dog in the backyard. She puts the dishes away from last night’s dinner. If there are dishes to wash, she washes them. She offers little conversation which is a relief because my brain cannot form sentences in Spanish at 7:20 in the morning. I leave for school and she says something that I don’t quite understand yet. In my mind, it is “have a wonderful day at school.”
My walk to school is an amazing sight as well. In every direction, I see mountains. These mountains are lush and green, and extremely tall. I am inspired to go hiking and yet, I think I need to go to school. I can hike this weekend. I see people who are waiting for the bus or taxi trufi to take them where they need to go in the morning. I don’t know where they are going. I walk carefully to school. There is a high number of dogs that live in the street. Some of the dogs can be a wee bit mean and may have rabies. There are two ways of dealing with the dogs. One way is to pick up a rock which scares them. The other way is to let them walk past you. Both ways are helpful so as to avoid a potential bite. If you know someone that already has the rabies vaccine, then you can push them in front so they can be bitten first.
As I approach the entrance of the Maryknoll Institute, I see men washing cars. They take buckets with ropes attached to them and plunge them deep down into a canal. This canal consistently flows with water. I am not sure where the water comes from but it is a good business. There are always cars in the morning, afternoon, and evening. I walk a little bit closer and see women washing clothes. They are using the same water that the men are using. Then, they hang the clothes. Sometimes, the women chase after kids in between washings. I learned from the guards at the entrance that all of the men and women come from the southern zone. In the southern zone of the city, there is very little water. Since there is little water there, they must come to this area by the school. By the end of the day, they have packed up their things and go back to the southern zone. The routine starts the very next day.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Yoga in Spanish
We entered into the yoga studio. The yoga studio is a house which is divided into several rooms. There is a different class in each room. This type of setup provided a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere. Tonight, our class was the only one in the studio. First, we needed to pay for the class and find out if there is room in the class. The class was the same amount of money as the tip that we gave to our taxi driver. Fortunately, there was enough room for the three of us. We walked through the wrong door to get to the yoga room. Our instructor politely told us to walk out and go into the side door. We had to remove our shoes, and grab mats, a block, and a blanket. The room was small and we all had to be extremely close to each other. I think there were about 15 people in the class. Our instructor said that the class was going to be in both English and Spanish because of us. We told our instructor that we all were learning Spanish so it would actually be beneficial for her to speak in Spanish. The majority of the class was in Spanish. She insisted to speak in English at various times so we could understand the positions.
This yoga class was a combination of Hatha flow and Yengar. Hatha flow yoga is focused on the fluidity of the movements. Through a repetition of moves, a person becomes familiar with each move and slowly builds up endurance to hold each position longer. I consider Hatha yoga as a great introduction to yoga. It is more for beginners. Yengar yoga is focused on holding each position for 2-3 minutes at a time. In holding each position, a person develops muscle and eventually able to hold the position for a longer length of time. Yengar yoga is definitely for more experienced persons.
The class started with Hatha as a way to warm up our bodies. Then, she began using Yengar. The class was little over an hour. She showed us positions that I have never done. One position was using the block and the wall as a prop. We walked four and half steps on our mat. We then placed our right hand on the block, lifted our left leg up and put our left leg on the wall. Our right leg remained on the mat. My hips still hurt this morning. The class was exhausting and wonderful. She invited us to come back to this class and try other classes at the studio.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Update Part 2
I spent my month of December saying good-bye to friends and family. One good-bye moment took place in
My visit to
This was only one of my many wonderful experiences in
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Update Long Overdue
Yikes! It has been a while since I last wrote. Well, I can give an update as to what has happened to me. I celebrated my birthday in November. It is a birthday that I will remember because it was the last one in the
Another event in November involved my commissioning as a Franciscan Lay Missioner at St. Camillus Catholic Church in