I have an aversion to prescribed fun. By this I am referring to those instances when by the nature of the date, event, person or place, you are required to have a profoundly wild time. This just is not the way I work. In fact, it usually backfires on me because of the mind set that I am “supposed” to be a certain way. I don’t like anything that feels forced and New Years Eve always has felt that way to me. Needless to say,this night has never been an overly hyped night in my world.
Yes, there have been some magical moments like the year I spend NYE in Paris on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, wildly dancing and kissing some really good-looking Frenchman or the time I spent the night in a dark, seedy club in Melbourne dressed to the 9’s, high-heels, red lipstick - the works. Other than that, quite frankly, none have been worth reporting; they’ve essentially been regular nights. In the most recent past, they have been spent at our camphouse in front of a roaring fire with my family. I am happy to report whether in Paris or in Cairo, MS, I am just as happy.
This year I will add a firepit in Ampilatawatja to my illustrious list of New Years Eve places. Much to my Mother’s dismay, I will be celebrating it alone, next to a campfire with my out-of-tune guitar (to play my mere 3 learned chords) and my journal. Apparently my brother spent a Christmas alone in Australia many years ago on a riverbank with a 6 pack of beer. She is haunted by this, afraid I too will appear just as abandoned at my one woman NYE party. Don’t worry Mom, I will be just fine. Actually, I am pretty excited.
I am also further excited by the blue moon that is to appear tonight. How cool will it be, I thought, to see a blue moon? Well….no, not actually. A blue moon is not blue, it’s just another full moon.
After a little bit of research, this is what I discovered:
The New Year's Eve blue moon will be visible in the United States, Canada, Europe, South America and Africa. For partygoers in Australia and Asia, the full moon does not show up until New Year's Day, making January a blue moon month for them.
However, the Eastern Hemisphere can celebrate with a partial lunar eclipse on New Year's Eve when part of the moon enters the Earth's shadow. The eclipse will not be visible in the Americas.
A full moon occurs every 29.5 days, and most years have 12. On average, an extra full moon in a month -- a blue moon -- occurs every 2.5 years. The last time there was a lunar double take was in May 2007. New Year's Eve blue moons are rarer, occurring every 19 years. The last time was in 1990; the next one won't come again until 2028.
Wherever you are, I hope the skies are clear tonight as that brilliant orb rises over the horizon. In an overly metaphorical sense, may you pause and allow it illuminate your past and give direction to your future. Sending much love from my fire pit to yours…Cheers for 2010!
Like a net cast across the nexus of time, space, politics and history, not to mention inter-racial relationships, this book spoke to a huge range of issues in Australia.
The plot remained fairly simplistic: woman is betrayed by her husband in Melbourne, she flees to her homeland in remote Northern Queensland, there she rekindles a relationship with an indigenous man from her childhood and they fall in love while discovering how intertwined their families once were. Whilst romance and landscape each play a part here, Journey to the Stone Country is about much more.
Interwoven within this story is the history of an Aboriginal tribe, the Janggas, and thus a depiction of Australian Aboriginals in general. Also, political themes of white men and big mining and cattle stations juxtaposed with one of the oldest cultures on Earth were present. Moreover, the "stone country" traversed by the book's characters represented not just a part of remote Australia, but an inner landscape which we all must travel and explore. It is a story of our own journey - of coming to terms with our past - individual and collective.
Only because I’m a slave to my quest of reading a wide genre of book types, I picked up this novel because it was particularly relevant to my surroundings now. It was a good book, but fiction is not what I tend to gravitate to, so…….I guess it was Ok. Probably wouldn’t recommend it.
She stood listening. There was a sound with her in the room. She had been hearing it on and off for some time.…. It was in the air around her. Close by. She realized then that she was hearing the termites. She put her ear to the books and closed her eyes, listening. A faint rustling from within the volumes. A nervous suspirations, like a vast army of pilgrims shuffling across a landscape of infinite extent, persistent and continuous, embarked upon a journey with an end in obedience to a restless urge to be on the move. Millions of white ants at their blind work, recycling the world and returning it some kind of cosmic dust, heartless, unconscious and inert…She was holding her breath. P. 181
“I don’t know what I mean!” Bo said, raising his voice angrily. “You don’t have to know what you mean to mean something.” P. 233
The mystery of sleep and the unconscious that we take for granted, that vast region where our longings and fears appear to us in the form of visions, the voices of the oracles, ambiguous and obscure, arising from our own depths. In our dreams the whispering voices of our gods. P. 301
I’ve just come home from judging the Christmas light contest, so I guess maybe it is. Is tomorrow really Christmas Eve? The calendar says so. I otherwise never would have known. The land of hype and honey feels very far away.
It’s interesting how much 'place' dictates your thoughts and emotions. A complete paradigm shift happens after a change in location. It’s strange like that. A mere flight can flip your reality, and thus your thoughts, upside down. Typically this is my most favorite time of the year and I am usually everything akin to a jolly little elf during this season. But, right now, Christmas feels a long way away. I have none of the usual emotions. It’s weird and pretty sad for me. I tell myself it should come as no surprise. Nothing here is familiar, nothing is decorated (hardly) and it’s hot. If anything, I learned that I prefer N. Hemisphere Xmas over Southern. This summer time and Santa just don't seem to go together.
I’ve done this before – that is being away from home on the holidays – and every day except today and tomorrow make it feel like it’s always a good decision. But, these days are sad; there is no denying that. For at least 48 hours straight, I wish I were at home.But, the good thing is that I have a happy spirit about it and will certainly make the most of being away and use this time to chalk up yet another experience in my record books. I’m sure this Christmas will end up being full of memories that I’ll never have again. In fact, it already is:
Instead of celebrating a baby Jesus, this community is celebrating the baby donkey that was just born!
I somehow was chosen by the shop owners to be the judge of the Christmas light contest. Little did I know how unforgiving this contest really is. People were driving up to 4 hours to purchase Xmas lights! I thought it was going to be a friendly little game of ‘who can put up the most’ but I learned quickly that some were out to win at all costs. This week I have been ‘invited’ over at night to come and have a look at their houses, having to walk around it, admire all of their hard-work. People would come to the clinic just to make sure that I was coming to see their house. It was all humorous to me, until I realized the 1st place prize was a couch! 2nd: two tables. What?! Yeah... pretty hard core. I took the easy way out and got a 7 yr. old to be my ‘official’ judge.
My best present so far has been a pint of $6.50 strawberries from the shop and a can of whipped cream that the doctor I work with gave me. (I ate it all in one night.)
A kid here has never heard of popcorn strands for the Xmas tree (most don’t really do much for Xmas), so we’re making some at my place tonight.
Prue & Heath made me my own Xmas tree potted in red dirt before they left and were even so kind as to leave me stolen toffee and a gift underneath wrapped in absorbent towels from the clinic. I was flattered. mail plane came and went...no presents for me :(
I hope everyone is surrounded by as much family and love as possible this year. Missing many of you in so many ways.
For many of you blog followers out there, it might come as no surprise that I am motivated to do my own video work. After spending the summer with my friend Casey (whose videos I posted on here of our travels—see July postings below on the left), I am now inspired to use movie editing software to document my own travels. Please, though, do not compare mine to his; I’m still learning!
I'm motivated to do a collage of pics called 'Mangy Dogs'. I can't believe they are alive--and each day I see one worse than the day before! Blows my mind.
Gosh, I love this stuff. No really, I mean I really love this stuff. I don't think I can ever go back to eating ordinary honey and being satisfied with it.
Thanks to my old New Zealand roomie, Rebecca, I was already aware that this honey was great, but now that I'm back in Australia where you can easily buy the stuff, I've done my own personal research and become a huge fan.
Manuka Honey is a special type of mono-floral honey which is produced from bees that gather nectar from flowers that grow on the Manuka bush, indigenous only in NZ and certain parts of Australia. Studies have found that Manuka Honey contains very powerful antibacterial, antimicrobial, antiviral, antioxidant, antiseptic, anti-inflammatory and anti-fungal properties, making it extremely effective in treating a wide variety of health conditions.
Manuka Honey vs. Regular Honey
Manuka Honey is significantly different than regular honey that you would find at your local supermarket. Even though standard honey contains hydrogen peroxide which is a known antiseptic, it looses most of its healing properties when it comes in contact with certain conditions such as light, heat or dilution. Only Active Manuka Honey has additional antibacterial properties that have the ability to destroy the infectious bacteria that cause most health complications. Unlike standard honey, Manuka Honey is also stable so there is no concern of it losing its potency or healing properties.
There are a few major differences between ordinary honey and Manuka Honey.
1. Only Manuka Honey provides non-hydrogen peroxide antibacterial components. 2. Manuka Honey's antibacterial factor is unaffected by enzymes in the body that destroy hydrogen peroxide components. 3. Manuka Honey is highly effective against antibiotic-resistant strains of bacteria. 4. Manuka Manuka Honey contains active healing properties not found in other types of honey.
Who couldn't love this stuff? Don't know where you could easily find it in the US...maybe a super duper natural grocer's. If you're really nice, maybe I could ship some from here. Till then, read more from the Honey Researchers themselves. amazing stuff. And for those of you still not convinced, check out this article.
Don't Sleep There Are Snakes: Life and Language in the Amazonian Jungle by Daniel Everett (Thanks, Milt)
Wow! What a great read! There is no way to categorize this story of a Christian missionary's linguistic adventures in the Amazon jungle. What started off as another journey to bring God to the natives ended up challenging Chomsky's key theory of language. It reminded me of Barbara Kingsolver's novel, The Poisonwood Bible. (also an excellent read)
I was recommended this book by a fellow "SASer" because the author served as Academic Dean on a Semester at Sea voyage. That means, in some really distant way, I am connected to the author through the mutual experience of sailing with SAS. Speaking of...if you're interested, here is a pictorial summary of my voyage this summer. (Way to go, Melanie!)
In 1977, Daniel Everett moved his family: wife, plus 3 kids to live with a tribe in the Amazon. His goal was to understand the language so that he could translate the Bible. What ensued was a 30 year commitment to the small, forgotten tribes in the Amazon, particularly the Pirahã Indians. It is an amazing story, not to mention a familiar one myself of going to 'convert' others and in the end, you yourself are the one forever converted. (In the end, he becomes an atheist!)
The Pirahã Indians are a very peculiar people. They number fewer than 400 and have no myths, rituals or history. Their language is unrelated to any other living tongue. It can be whistled, sung, hummed or spoken. It has no words for numbers, colors, left or right, brother or sister. Understandably so, it is one of the least understood languages in the world.
The Pirahã never sleep for more than a couple of hours and talk through much of the night. They live as hunter-gatherers in villages along 50 miles of the Maici River deep in the Amazon forest. They have plenty of contact with river traders and other outsiders but display no inclination to change their ways. Everett's 30 year span with these people is beautifully captured in the book with awe-inspiring details such as his wife and daughter's battle with malaria and the night the village decided to kill him. There is so much to the story that he tells; it's excellent!
If that were the extent of the book, it would amount to an interesting travelogue, another tale of a presumptuous Westerner finding enlightenment in the depths of primitive society. The difference here is that Everett, an academic linguist, also presents a radical challenge to Noam Chomsky's theory of universal grammar, which has dominated linguistics for half a century.
Everett's findings from the tribe amount to the discovery that the language does not include recursion, the process by which relative clauses are embedded in sentences to produce an infinite set of possibilities. It's this fundamental trait, Chomsky says, that distinguishes human from animal communication. For example, instead of saying, 'The man, who was tall, came into the house,' Pirahãs say, 'The man came into the house. He was tall.' The fact that Pirahã has no recursion, Everett argues, means that there is no universal grammar, as linguists have believed for decades.
Coming from an anthropology background, I found the book to be overly fascinating and extremely well-written as an ethnography of these people. But, the inclusion of the linguistic slant took it to a new level. I've already written my 2 linguist friends and strongly recommended the book. I learned so much! I wish I had known about it in Grad. School when I was critiquing ethnography style for my own research...
Very much recommended.
Monday, December 14, 2009
A couple of years ago, I went for a long weekend to Bainbridge Island, WA to stay with some family of the guy I was dating at the time. They were absolutely the coolest couple -- teaching me all about how exquisite orange juice in champagne glasses is during a morning shower, plus how to live more sustainably and appreciate rice milk! We had the best weekend with them, but more than anything I remember this poem. The house they lived in had previously been built by a couple who had the last line of this poem etched into their mantle. They liked it so much, they decided to keep it in the house and had a framed copy of this poem for everyone to see.
I thought it was really great.
Birches
by Robert Frost
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground, Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm, I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping >From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
What a heart-wrencher! This book was about a break-up story, and without meaning to, I found myself feeling so much for these characters. It shouldn’t ever have to be this hard. Based in London, Nicola and Jonathan had a fine life together: happy, healthy, and whole…or so Nicola thought. Without any prior discussions, Jonathan decided to break up. This happened on page 2 (literally) and the rest of the book was about the pain and misery each went through disentangling their lives together. The author did an excellent job correctly articulating the stages of emotions a break-up causes, all the highs and lows and the games we play with ourselves to move forward.
My own pain from terrible break-up memories bubbled right under the surface the entire 2 days it took me to finish the book. Nonetheless, It was a good read because it was of a story most everyone can identify with. And, if you can’t, I believe that you should: everyone needs their heart broken one good time.
Shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 1997, this book was a memorable one. I liked it and recommend it. The ending makes you just want to slap him, though.
Some trace of genuine emotion seemed to have gripped him. “ I can’t seem to make you realize that I’ve done what was right not only for me but for you too,” he said. He wasn’t indifferent any longer. “ It seems never to have occurred to you, that entering into a permanent relationship, e.g. marriage, e.g. parenthood, is probably more dangerous than walking across a minefield. And the possible suffering is more prolonged, and affects everyone near you. When it isn’t absolutely right it’s absolutely wrong. And when it’s absolutely wrong you’ve got your back against the wall for the rest of your life. Did you really want to risk that?”
“Yes,” she said. “I loved you. That’s what it means, to love someone: to be willing to take that risk.”
“Then love is only a kind of insanity,” he said.
“So be it,” she replied.
Boost Your Life
Janine Allis
This was a part memoir, part business book by the founder of Boost Juice Bars. Allis claims not to have been born with an entrepreneurial spirit and consequently did not start the business until she was 35. With nothing more than guts and gumption, she developed a multi-billion dollar business via juice shops across Australia. The book offered lots of tips, but the moral of the story was simply: Go for it! And Do what it takes to be your own boss! Both I already knew.
Good book, but too simplistic. Wouldn’t recommend it. Better business books out there.
Time flies when you’re busy, and busy is an understatement for me these days! I arrive at the clinic at 8:30 in the a.m. and most of the time I don’t leave until at least 6 or 7. I then am on call some nights, having to come back for (usually) sick kids. Fortunately, the clinic has a 2 hour lunch break – which is AWESOME! I go non-stop all day, seeing patients, trying my hand at a bit of management, liaising between Alice Springs health offices, plus a million other things – it’s go, go, go. But, I’m learning a lot and that’s the point. My learning cure is at 90 degrees.
We’ve had a great group of nurses to come through here, which has been such an experience to get to meet all these new people that have so many interesting things to teach me – both clinically and ‘how in the world did you end up here, too?’. We all live together, so not only do we work together, we cook together, sleep together and are pretty much intricately intertwined. Fortunately, they’re all cool people and we have fun making the most out of this experience. Now, it’s down to me and another female, Prue, for the next week or so until the main nurse returns from holiday. I’m doing well at adjusting to remote life.
Arriving in a new place there's that need to ubicar, to locate, and not just external things like where the shop is or the trash pit, but to actually be ubicado, to feel yourself located in the place. It is a good process. I find that it's easy for me to exist in this environment and also find that it is far easier to accept the differences than not. It’s an adjustment – don’t get me wrong. However, overall, I’m glad to experience being able to easily exist in so many contexts, not having to have this or that to be happy...I'm not shocked.
Probably the only thing I wish were different was having alcohol! It would be nice to have a cold beer or glass of wine some nights. This community, however, is a voluntary ‘dry’ community, so no alcohol is allowed. Oh well…small issue in the grand scheme of things.
Outside of the clinic, I’m trying to also read several books, waking up to work out every morning before work (Thanks, Dendy & Heather!), spending lots of energy on Dave’s 2 dogs (we’ve mutually fallen in love w/ each other!), trying my hand at some drawing, fiddling around on the guitar, learning juicing and ways to cook w/ a random group of ingredients. I’m also attempting some travel writing and going to submit some to some online sites to see if any of it is good enough. Ultimately, I try each day to do something good for my mind, body and soul, giving each equal attention. However, I am gentle w/myself and don’t judge me on the days that I just want to go to bed at 8:00 after a long day!
According to my sister, my blog sometimes doesn’t say much, so I’ve included some video that might help tell the story. Be patient as I learn about this whole blogging world! Walking to work one day, driving out and working at a remote clinic that I man every Wed. afternoon -- red & dry!, random dust storms that I often see here, the totally adorable, yet terrible ears the dogs have (it’s so terrible, it's cute), and the house I’m house sitting now.
Thanks for keeping up and for all the encouragement.
Love and apples. (as my friend Casey B. adorably says)
Owning Your Own Shadow: Understanding the Dark Side of the Psyche
Robert A Johnson
A bit out there…but a good lesson overall. Johnson explores the need to “own” our own shadow – the dark, hidden part of the ego. This is accomplished by first coming to terms with the shadow, incorporating it and finally aiming to balance it. When I was reading it, I felt that he used lots of left-field jargon, but overall I liked his stance: He views this as a process by which wholeness is restored to the person.
Good, bad and ugly are part of us all. Normally, our culture only makes a comfortable space for the good ones. Becoming intimately whole is partly being able to identify and explore the ugly parts of us too, without the need to hide them away.
Ok, but I wouldn’t run out and find the book.
There is a wonderful saying attributed to Mahatma Gandhi: “If you follow the old code of justice – an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth – you end up with a blind and toothless world.” P. 37
I regret the prevailing attitude at present that goodness or sainthood consists of living as much as possible on the right hand, the good side, of the seesaw. Sainthood has been caricatured as an image of the all-right preson, the person who has transferred everything to the perfect side of his personality. Such a condition would be completely unstable and would flip immediately. The balance would be disrupted and life would be impossible.
The fulcrum, or center point, is the whole (holy) place. I agree that we must relate to the outer world with the refined product of the good side, but this canbe done only by keeping the left side in balance with the right. We must hide our dark side from society in general, or we will be a bloody bore; but we must never try to hide it from ourself. True sainthood-or personal effectiveness-consists in standing at the center of the seesaw and producing only that which can be counterweighted with its opposite. P.14
The balance of light and dark is ultimately possible – and bearable. All nature lives in polarity – light and dark, creation and destruction, up and down, male and female. P. 15
Romulus, My Father
Raimond Gaita
Ironically, I bought a bunch of black-market movies in Boliva and this movie (called Mi Padre) was one of them. In vain, everyone in my family has tried to watch it on all of our TV’s, laptops, Xbox’s, ect…and we couldn’t ever get it to play. I come to an indigenous community and there in the house was this book. Weird.
It is basically a book Gaita wrote in celebration of his father. It’s original form was the eulogy he read at his funeral. Some friends then urged him to try and write a book about their relationship and time together.
His father was born in 1922 in a Romanian speaking part of Yugoslavia. He was born into poverty, having to work hard his entire life. He immigrated to Port Melbourne, Australia in 1950 bringing his new wife and young son, Raimond. The wife turns out to be crazy, leaving her family alone; therefore, Gaita grew up in the home of his father. They worked and survived through years of poverty. In the end, his father becomes mental and dies. Touching story, mainly because it was inspired by love.
Wouldn’t recommend it. Slow read.
We sometimes express our most severe judgment of other people by saying that we will never again speak to them. I never heard my father say that nor can I imagine him saying it. That, perhaps more than anything else, testifies to his unqualified sense of common humanity with everyone he met. His severe judgment often caused pain, but the simple honestly of its expression, together with his unhesitating acceptance of those whom he judged so severely, convinces me that he never intentionally caused suffering to anyone. He was truly a man who would rather suffer evil than do it.P. 207
The philosopher Plato said that those who love and seek wisdom are clinging in recollection to things they once saw. Book jacket
From the recent prompt by my mother to help her decide on what Xmas gifts to buy our family (those to whom it really doesn't matter!), I have begun thinking alot about gifts and buying and Xmas and consumption. I thought this information might be of interest to those of you who know little of fair-trade and help to possibly direct a few purchases in the future.
Associated with socially conscious consumption, the fair trade label is gracing a number of products, from bananas to soccer balls, entering mainstream retail outlets. You may know fair trade’s basic premise–paying producers in developing nations a fair price for their goods–but what else does fair trade entail? What else should you know about what’s behind the label?
1. Fair trade represents a movement. Fair trade began in the 1940s as a form of charity when religious groups in the West set up specialized stores to sell crafts from developing nations. As fair trade developed in the ensuing decades, the movement politicized its approach: targeting international trade practices that favored rich nations, including dumping subsidized produce on poor countries (thereby driving down the price of local produce); imposing high duties on imports from developing nations; and forcing bilateral trade deals that flood third world markets with cheap products.
2. Without access to markets or the means of competing on fair grounds, third world producers remain mired in poverty. Oxfam estimates that if Africa, East Asia, South Asia, and Latin America increased their share of world exports by just one percent, the resulting gains could lift 128 million people out of poverty. In Africa alone, a one percent increase in exports would generate about $70 billion USD, about five times what the continent currently receives in aid.
3. Fair trade is also a brand. The name “fair trade” is owned by the Fairtrade Labeling Organization (FLO), a Bonn-based association of 23 member groups that develop fair trade standards, confer certification, and monitor compliance. Each member organization also helps traders and wholesalers in its country access fair trade-certified products from around the world. Cutting out middlemen, the process is more streamlined and cost-efficient than conventional trade channels. FLO members include TransFair in the US; Comercio Justo in Mexico; the Fairtrade Foundation in the UK; and Max Havelaar in Switzerland.
4. Fair trade certification standards vary, depending on the product. Producers must meet labor standards regarding working conditions, worker organization, and child labor. In some cases, sustainable environmental practices may also be included. Pricing is determined by calculating a sustainable living wage in the source country; families must be able to afford adequate housing, clean water, food, and basic education. Farmers are guaranteed a minimum price for their produce, regardless of the fluctuation of commodity prices in global markets. Producers can also access credit at fair rates.
5. Coffee makes up the bulk of the fair trade market… Coffee is a significant exportable product for more than 60 developing nations. Though fair trade coffee comprises less than 5% of the total coffee consumed in the US, demand is growing. Starbucks recently announced it would double its fair trade coffee purchases to about 40 million pounds this year, making it the largest buyer of fair trade coffee.
6. But fair trade isn’t just about coffee, produce, and handcrafts. You can find the fair trade label on flowers, sports equipment, wine, cocoa, chocolate, tea, rice, honey, sugar, spices, and many other products. Check the Fair Trade Resource Network to learn what products are covered and where you can find them. You can also check Ten Thousand Villages,one of the original fair trade craft retailers, which has hundreds of retail shops in the US and Canada. Other large sales and resource networks include Equal Exchange and SERRV International.
7. Fair trade does have its critics. Fair trade has been compared to farm subsidies, in which artificial price setting encourages market inefficiencies and overproduction, hurting producers elsewhere. Other contentious issues include the rigidity of certification rules (coffee growers, for example, must be part of a small family farm that is part of a larger cooperative), fees that small producers can’t afford, and poor enforcement of standards. FLO member groups have been criticized for liberally granting the use of the fair trade label to corporations without considering their overall business practices. For this reason, several American coffee importers have pulled out of the TransFair system, opting to use an alternative label.
The first week in any place entails adjustment and ‘learning the ropes’ – my first week in this Aboriginal community has certainly been a lot of both.
It would require too many words to fully explain the culture, history, atmosphere and people, esp. for a mere blog. I’m learning so much! and one day can tell you more in person, if you care to know.
Here is a snapshot of what my world has been like since arriving:
Orientation of the clinic started with learning to change the oil and change the tire on the 4WD late-model Land Cruiser that I would be in charge of to drive to even further out communities to hold clinic. If I roll-over, have a flat, run into a cow – tough shit. No satellite phone and an hour’s drive from here. “Oh, and here’s a bag of water and toilet paper you should take with you ‘just in case’ you get in trouble”.
My first night on call I had to coordinate evacuating a sick baby out of the community using the Royal Flying Doctor Service. At 2 a.m. I was driving the length of the landing strip to make sure there were no ‘roos, cows, horses or people in the way so the plane could land.
On my first morning run, I ran with a stick to try and scare off all of the community/wild dogs that figured it was their business to bark/follow me. By 8:30 a.m. the entire clinic staff already knew that I had gone jogging that morning….getting used to a small community.
A pack of wild brumby’s (horses) apparently come into town every night looking for water. As I was driving the ambulance home at 2 a.m. one morning, I had to wait for the pack to cross before I could continue.
While seeing my very first patient, I about jumped out of my seat when a very loud squeal came out of no where. (As my family knows, I’m easily scared sometimes.) The patient had a good laugh at me … it was only the donkey outside of my window.
Speaking of the donkeys: they seem to aimlessly wander around the community without any real purpose, except that one of them has learned to push down on the door handle with its mouth and open the door to the house! “No worries”… “He’s just saying Hi”, I was told. On the first day I was told that I was now in charge of the clinic and the house of the main nurse who has gone on holiday for 3 weeks. He left me with his keys, his house, the clinic and his 2 dogs. Not that they replace Buster what-so-ever, but it is nice to have the little things do excited flips when I come home. Oh yeah, and they shit in my bed the first night. Ugh.
The cockroaches fly here.
The fire pit, bright starry sky and the guitar that I’m learning on are my greatest forms of entertainment so far. That and the donkeys on the porch.
A huge footy tournament (Australian Football League) is in town this weekend. Teams from all-over the NT drive up to 700 km to come to this particular community to play.
The doctor out here ironically is also from the US. Nice guy with a colorful history who is teaching me all about his juicer!
Alice Springs has been really good to me. I've been here for the last week enjoying the sights and sounds of Central Australia, while waiting on my training and job to start with the Remote Area Health Corp. I scored a remote job within a week of landing, but paperwork and some lag time bought me another week. It's been a good relax time, allowing me to explore a bit, take a didgeridoo lesson and read alot.
My 5 senses have been inundated with:
the wafting smell of eucalyptus on morning runs and afternoon walks. It's everywhere! and I can't believe we actually pay for this at home.
the constant sound of humming of cicadas at night and flocks of colorful galahs around every corner,
the taste of deliciously divine Australian yoghurt (which I simply Cannot get enough of...)
touch of the baby kangaroos that I played with every afternoon, as part of a wildlife rescue organization in-town, WIRES
plus, my 6th sense tells me I'm doing the right things for the right now. All is well and I'm happy.
After cultural training the last 2 days, I'm ready to be sent out to my community in the morning. Ampilatwatja (pronounced um-bludder-witch) is a community of about 600 that will take me about 4 hours off-roading to get to. There is a physician there and a medical student will be going with me. (EJ--I totally take this as a sign that good things will happen when you come) I'm super excited, although naively, because I don't really know what I'm walking into. Up for the challenge! Went on a big grocery trip today to stock-up and I leave about 7 a.m. in the morning. Not sure about internet and certainly not cell phone. Will be out there through the New Years. Keep checking back on the post to the left for my address. I have full faith and confidence that I won't be let down when the mail plane arrives!
There are very few times in my life where I literally am physically unable to put a book down. This book did it to me and I spent yesterday morning engrossed in the story. It reminded me a lot of A Long Way Gone, which I read last summer (equally as memorable) and even more of The Devil Came on Horseback, a film I saw in Portland several years ago. I became obsessed with the film and have it in my personal DVD collection, if anyone would like to borrow it.
The Translator: A Tribesman's memoir of DarfurDaoud Hari (Thanks, Barb!)
As a member of the Zaghawa tribe in southern Sudan, Daoud grew up experiencing the peace of the region when Arab and non-Arab tribesman cohabited together. In 2003, when he was only a child, his village was attacked and destroyed. He was literally taken by the attackers as a translator because he knew Arabic and English from school. From them, he escaped and roamed the deserts, helping the dying he found along the way. Eventually he made his way into Chad and became involved with international aid groups and reporters as their translator. To do this he risked his life to going back into Darfur time and time again with reporters. He was eventually caught and jailed, beaten and tortured for being a "spy". The US Embassy, Congressman and the UN eventually teamed up to save Daoud's life and bring him to the US. He currently lives in Baltimore as a resettled refuge.
This is a humbling tale of selfless courage told in Daoud's voice. It is simple to read and through the simplicity he makes so many poignant observations on humanity, love, courage and truth. I think what I liked most about it is his ability to convey a complex political situation, not to mention a devastating story, with gentleness and compassion. I don't know that I could do the same if my family and home had been destroyed and I had the journey of this man. His story is amazing. Loved the book. (Nichole, I know we both like this stuff. Get it and let me know what you think!)
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Thanks to Ethan for bringing this poem to my attention.
Awareness: The Perils and Opportunities of Reality
Anthony De Mello
(Thanks, Casey!)
This book was passed along to me on a whim by a friend who thought I might like it. And, despite the heavy Christian undertones, I indeed did. I’m secretly a sucker for self-help books and this one spoke to me in many ways. Although De Mello does include some Buddhist parables, Hindu insight, as well as conservative psychological analysis, this book was a bit too “Jesus-y” for me. (is that a word?) However, I believe he hits on a lot of salient points re. wisdom, growth, change, insight, and spirituality that would speak to every reader differently. These below being what I walked away with. I recommend this book as an easy read.
Wake Up! The book calls us to do and become aware of the “I” vs. “me” in each of us. “I” being the solid, unchangeable essence that cannot be affected or wavered by outward forces, and the “me” that, he argues, should be given the freedom to feel disappointment, frustration, devastation and selfishness, but not to identify with it. Allow the feelings to flow through us, but do not fight them off. Instead, attempt to understand their root and why we are affected. Even in suffering, we should not fight to feel better, but rather just acknowledge the feelings and let them move through us.
“Pleasant experiences make life delightful. Painful experiences lead to growth. Pleasant experiences make life delightful, but they don’t lead to growth in themselves. What leads to growth is painful experiences. Suffering points up an area in you where you have not yet grown, where you need to grow and be transformed and change. If you knew how to use that suffering, oh, how you would grow.” p.107 (don't know if I fully agree with this)
“Here comes a low feeling. Instead of getting tense about it, instead of getting irritated with myself about it, I understand I’m feeling depressed, disappointed, whatever. I admit the feeling is in me, not in the other person. I don’t identify with the feeling. “I” is not that feeling. “I” am not lonely, “I” am not depressed, “I” am not disappointed. Disappointment is there, one watches it. You’d be amazed how quickly it glides away. Anything you’re aware of keeps changing." P. 177
He strongly states that the more we try to fight and better ourselves, the more we give power to our faults. Rather, he states, that we should have a certain degree of passivity.
“The harder you try to change, the worse it can get. … The more you resist something, the greater power you give to it. …. You always empower the demons you fight. That’s very Oriental. But if you flow with the enemy, you over come the enemy. How does one cope with evil? Not by fighting it but by understanding it. In understanding, it disappears." p.121
“I thought of a nice image for that, a sailboat. When a sailboat has a mighty wind in its sail, it glides along so effortlessly that the boatman has nothing to do but steer. He makes no effort; he doesn’t push the boat. That’s an image of what happens when change comes through awareness, through understanding.” P. 159
“Insight. Not effort, not cultivating habits, not having an ideal. Ideals do a lot of damage. The whole time you’re focusing on what should be instead of focusing on what is. And so you’re imposing what should be on a present reality, never having understood what present reality is." P. 152
On Listening to Life:
“Now, you need awareness and you need nourishment. You need good, healthy nourishment. Learn to enjoy the solid food of life. Good food, good wine, good water. Taste them. Lose your mind and come to your senses. That’s good, healthy nourishment. The pleasures of the senses and the pleasures of the mind. Good reading, when you enjoy a good book. Or a really good discussion, or thinking. It’s marvelous. Unfortunately, people have gone crazy, and they’re getting more addicted because they do not know how to enjoy the lovely things of life. So they’re going in for greater and greater artificial stimulants." P. 164
“…What kind of feeling comes upon you when you’re in touch with nature, or when you’re absorbed in work that you love? Or when you’re really conversing with someone whose company you enjoy in openness and intimacy without clinging? What kind of feeling do you have? Compare those feelings with the feelings you have when you win an argument, or when you win a race, or when you become popular, or when everyone’s applauding you. The latter feelings I call worldly feelings; the former feelings I call soul feelings. Lots of people live empty, soulless lives because they’re feeding themselves on popularity, appreciation, and praise, on “I’m OK, you’re OK”, look at me, attend to me, support me, value me, on being the boss, on having power, on winning the race. Do you feed on that? If you do, you’re dead. You’ve lost your soul." P. 184
I’ve often said to people that the way to really live is to die. The passport to living is to imagine yourself in your grave. Imagine that you’re lying in your coffin. Any posture you like.… So imagine you’re lying flat and you’re dead. Now look at your problems from that viewpoint.
Changes everything, doesn’t it? P. 169 (I would go one step further and add, not only look at your problems, but the course of your life. Are you proud of the one wild and precious life you’ve lived?)
An Italian poet said, “We live in a flash of light; evening comes and it is night forever.” It’s only a flash and we waste it. We waste it with our anxiety, our worries, our concerns, our burdens." P. 170
Hi there, my name is Stephanie ( + Jane, to some) and Collected Consciousness is where I write about what intersects with my life, travels and everyday interests. Often this takes the form of stories or photographs, recipes or projects. However, I am not committed to only these categories, as I’m quite open and expectant of unforeseen inspiration. I like the fact that this site is where my friends and family can easily connect with me when I am “away”, which is most of the time. Thank you for the support and enjoy!
Where In the World is SJ?
In Atiak, Uganda working at a Birth Center as a Midwife until October 2013.
This year I will add a firepit in Ampilatawatja to my illustrious list of New Years Eve places. Much to my Mother’s dismay, I will be celebrating it alone, next to a campfire with my out-of-tune guitar (to play my mere 3 learned chords) and my journal. Apparently my brother spent a Christmas alone in Australia many years ago on a riverbank with a 6 pack of beer. She is haunted by this, afraid I too will appear just as abandoned at my one woman NYE party. Don’t worry Mom, I will be just fine. Actually, I am pretty excited.
