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Honouring Fridays: January 1st, 2010

Welcome to a New Year!  Last night was my farewell party with my organization.  I spent the evening surrounded by many of the people who have filled my working time in Nepal and felt so honoured and celebrated.  The evening reminded me that so much of our work here is built on relationships.  That the people I worked with expected the relationship to be built first, before much of the work could be started.  They will be the first to acknowledge that I challenged them, sometimes more than was comfortable, but that the outcomes of our work were plentiful this past year.  And I was the first to admit that I came with high expectations, short patience for inefficiencies, and perhaps an overly direct communication style (which at home is not direct at all but here translates into being quite direct and pushy!).  The fact that so many people appeared for the celebration and so much care was taken to celebrate our achievements tells me that the relationships were successful.  So, what looks on paper like an impressive list of achievements is actually much, much more significant – the capacities of people to interact and share in a genuine way and to build relationships – that is the real work and real outcome.

Our Chairperson, Mr. Baburam, thanking me. The white scarves, khata, were given by the many members in attendance to honour me and the marigold garland, malla, is also a form of honour. I was really touched and very happy :)
Our Chairperson, Mr. Baburam, thanking me. The white scarves, khata, were given by the many members in attendance to honour me and the marigold garland, malla, is also a form of honour. I was really touched and very happy 🙂
  • Opportunity.  Like many of you, the 1st day of a New Year naturally brings some moments of pause and reflection.  And what I fell most grateful for today is that the past year has given me so many new opportunities.  Many of those opportunities were incredibly uncomfortable – bathing at a public tap while wrapped loosely in a long strip of fabric, trying to achieve some basic skill in a language that was so unfamiliar, and tackling work projects that were outside both my areas of expertise and my fields of interest.  But what was common to all of them was that they were all uncomfortable learning opportunities.  The greatest opportunity we can be given is the chance to step outside our comfort zones and this past year I have done that more than any other time in my life.
  • The Soloist. A beautiful and moving film.  Reminds me of the idealism with which we approach human suffering, hoping to make change but perhaps becoming too focussed on a final “solution” or “outcome” while ignoring the wants and needs of the individual.  In many ways this has been a struggle for me in Nepal as well – wanting so much to help people but needing to keep my own desires for their life in check so that they can fulfill their own dreams, not mine.  This movie was a wonderful look into relationships, the role of “giver” and “receiver”.  The real motivation to help people is often rooted in authenticity and genuine care but can quickly become overshadowed by a belief that the right solution is only possible through
  • Gifts of talent.  I was so privileged to be the recipient of some lovely gifts last night.  Beautiful wood carvings that will take some creative thinking to get home, a lovely letter of appreciation, and a red sari for special celebrations at home.  But perhaps the most thoughtful of all was the gift from the didi who cleans our office.  Now that the weather has turned cold I have been wearing a cap to work.  We have been chatting about how cold it has been (about 5-10 degrees inside) so on my last day in the office she arrives with a cap she has knit for me!  The colours are based on the scarf I wear every day and the style looks remarkably like the cap I have been wearing.  Such a thoughtful gift and such a kind gesture.  Truly a gift of talent that will both remind me of her generosity and keep me cozy and warm.
Sari
If Nepal has taught me one thing it is to not be afraid of wearing colours and patterns! My new sari and the knit cap from our didi. The sweater, while rather unflattering, was necessary because of the cold but I can assure you that the sari looks MUCH better without it.
  • The year ahead.  There is so much anticipation about the year ahead, partiularly as our world will shift significantly in 2 weeks.  We uproot ourselves once more and begin a 6 month set of travels.  It is a thrilling prospect and I have such gratitude that so much will occur in the next year.  I eagerly await the opportunity to connect with friends and family again in various parts of the world.  It is time to begin anew and that fresh start is what I am most grateful for today.
Another shot of the cap up close as I sit outside and enjoy my salted ginger tea, a Newari specialty.
Another shot of the cap up close as I sit outside and enjoy my salted ginger tea, a Newari specialty.

Honouring Fridays: September 11th, 2009

Well folks, this is the beginning of the end.  The beginning of my vacation (well, almost) and the end of working like a maniac…for a whole 4 weeks! We look forward to greeting my parents at the airport on Tuesday night and embarking on a trip to Pokhara, a short mountain trek, a bunch of small day trips around Kathmandu, and then a 9 day trip around Rajasthan in India.  And with this adventure comes the great need to disconnect from my life in Kathmandu…just enough to clear the mind and rejuvenate the spirit.

So, this will be my final Friday gratitude post for the next 4 weeks.  I may post some photos of our trip or the odd note during this time but will return in earnest with my weekly musings on things I am grateful for on Friday, October 16th.  Until then enjoy the beginning of Fall – bake an apple crisp, buy a new sweater, and  crush some dry leaves underfoot.

  • XMind.  On two instances over the past month I have needed to pull together a partnership map to show the connections between various stakeholders, community groups, partners, government, donors and volunteers.  In non-development speak this is really just a  complex organizational diagram that shows how any involved is connected to anyone else involved.  After fiddling for some time with the PowerPoint org chart functions I quickly realized they were much too hierarchical for our holistic approach.  So, off to the web to find something better (and free, and open source…of course!).  Enter XMind, a great tool for mind-mapping of the complex and chaotic variety.  Here is an example of what I was able to do.
  • Dhaka topi.  I have been taking more notice lately of the tradition Nepali caps that men here wear.  Topi ithe general word for hat and dhaka is the cloth used to make traditional Nepali mens wear.  When used together they refer to the hat worn when wearing the dhaka clothes.  They are jaunty, colourful, and rather charming.  Somehow, they remind me of time passed – I imagine what Kathmandu might have looked like years ago, with bikes being the main mode of transport, when colourful dhaka topis topped the head of every man riding a bike…it must have looked something like this.
  • Sel roti.  Sel roti looks like a large skinny donut.  It is a sweetened rice flour bread that is deep fried and eaten with Nepali tea or with a snack of curried chick peas.  I ate my first sel roti last week as they are a common snack around festival time.  I have not yet had the guts  to try and make them but if you want to give it a go, here is a good recipe.  The slight crunch of the ground  rice bits gives the texture of cornmeal and the sweet dough with the slight hint of banana flavour all drenched in a crispy greasy crust…delicious!
  • The right amount of time.  Enough time to appreciate, notice, and enjoy what is around you.  Not so much time  that you feel stuck and stagnant.  Enough time to soak it all in.  Not so much time to feel you might never make it to the end.  Enough time to feel powerfully connected.  Not so much time that powerful connections turn into resentful relationships.  Just the exact right amount of time when everything makes sense.

Honouring Fridays: September 4th, 2009

The countdown to September 15th has kicked into full gear! The excitement of 4 weeks of vacation combined with visitors from home arriving on that day is making the days fly by. Plus September and October hold the biggest Hindu festivals (akin to Christmas in Christian countries). First is Dashain which is a large, 10-day, family celebration with lots of sacrifices, meat eating, dancing, singing, and returning to home villages to give prayers and offerings to family members. Then about 2 weeks later is Tihar (like Diwali in India) the festival of light. So, lots of joy and celebration ahead has left me feeling incredibly grateful this week – the cup runneth over with goodness, prosperity, and happiness!

  • Pants with no holes. Such simple pleasures really. After toting some rather tired-looking clothes to Nepal, hoping that they would wear themselves out while here, I discovered that they listened. But only in the form of large holes in the crotch (too much information? sorry), while the rest of the fabric is like new! Ordinarily, I would just buy myself a new pairs of pants, but when your entire 4-pair pants wardrobe is in cahoots and decides to commit collective suicide and to reveal your bits to the world, it means war. So, those old pants got a new lease on life this week thanks to a neighbourhood tailor. After trying about 6 different shops and getting full belly laughs from the proprietors about my large-thigh problem, I finally found a man who was willing to help. Granted, he and his friend spent a good ten minutes exclaiming and laughing to each other about how fat I was, but finally he agreed to help. The solution, while not perfect but absolutely acceptable, was to cut about 3 inches of length from the cuffs and use those two pieces to sandwich the weak fabric in the middle. So, 4 days later and they are as good as new…we will just overlook the fact that my entire pants wardrobe is now an awkward mid-ankle crop…
  • Cinnamon rolls. I inherited a big jar of yeast from a friend who was moving back to Canada from Nepal (Hi Anne! Say hello to Vancouver for us!), along with a great big bag of walnuts and an almost full can of dark Canadian maple syrup (and many many other lovely kitchen items…I am also grateful for hand-me-downs!). Inspired to bake something that reminded me of home, I quickly decided on the comforting yeasty-ness of cinnamon rolls. When I was younger my mom would sometimes get up very early and bake us fresh cinnamon buns before school…such a treat (I also remember the homemade elviss mcmuffins…real cheddar, English muffins, egg…my absolute favourite!). The husband loved them – he ate most of them in fact – and the maple walnut crunch with cinnamon was delicious! The bun recipe was an adaptation of The Pioneer Woman’s but instead of the maple glaze on top I  slathered inside butter, maple syrup, and cinnamon.  It may not feel like Fall here but it sure did taste like it!
  • Money. The pain was all worth it. I received word this week that the National Campaign for Education, Nepal (NCE Nepal) with whom I am working, has been approved for a rather large sum of money for this year and two more years funding contingent on success this year. It amounts to about $100,000 USD, in Nepali rupees is close to 7,769,999.69 NPR. To put this into context the majority of Nepali families in villages live on 3000-4000 NPR or less per month…this is BIG money! The proposal writing process was probably one of the most painful and exhausting times I have had here in Nepal but I couldn’t be happier that at least it was all worth it. This will be enough to hire two more staff and do some really exciting work on education advocacy including research, policy advocacy, and setting up regional advocacy networks. So, it is an exciting and wealthy time for NCE Nepal. It makes me slightly sad to be leaving and unable to see the implementation of all these great ideas. But it leaves them in a good spot…all I can do now is hope they use it effectively and ethically.
  • English translation errors. Last weekend we went up to near the Tibetan border to stay at a lovely resort called Last Resort. A beautiful and peaceful place to recharge the internal battery and refocus on what is inspiring about Nepal. We enjoyed the company of good friends, good food, and adventure! But I also enjoyed this – almost more than anything…I am still chuckling about it actually. 🙂   Whoops!   Just a bit more space needed between the first 2 options and the last option, unless of course vegetarian is in fact a new gender!  And I was thinking that this would be a good submission to Engrish.

Honouring Fridays: August 29th, 2009

Call me crazy, but I think I feel a chill in the air.  The temperature dipped below 20 degrees and as we scrambled to get the blankets back on the bed I realized just how much my internal thermometer has shifted.  Since when did 20 degrees become cold?  And how much will I shiver when I get home and an hour of rain isn’t followed by blazing hot sunshine?  But perhaps it isn’t temperature at all, but rather old habits driving this need to cozy up – with September around the corner it somehow just feels like the right thing to do.

  • Work days that allow for a quick venue research trip up a mountain to resort-ish type location where one can see the Himalayan vistas. Need I say more?  In comparison it would be like being asked to visit Whistler (albeit much less fancy) for a day and report back on the quality of the hotel rooms, meeting halls, and menus of possible workshop venues.   And our selection was…Hotel Country Villa.  Beautiful rooms, fantastic food and excellent (read inspiring) views.  Sigh…work is tough some days!  The only piece of this day that I was not as grateful for was the screeching and precariously speedy trip up the mountain side to get to said location.  Thankfully, I was not riding on the roof of a public bus…it was scary enough from the backseat of a car.
  • Pothole warnings.  due to some very heavy rainstorms lately, some of the paved roadways are developing rather large, almost crater like, holes.  On my regular walking route to the tuk-tuk stop I had noticed some sinking spots in the pavement.  But literally overnight, these sink holes had sunk to new lows…giant hollow spaces beneath the pavement, much like cracking the head of a chocolate Easter bunny – the hole may look small from the top but is cavernous underneath.  So, to warn drivers who are speeding through the streets the neighbourhood solution is to prop a tall tree-like branch into the hole.  No bright tape, coloured ribbons, massive orange cones, or heavily roped off areas.  Just a bamboo branch waving lazily in the breeze and blending very wall into the surroundings.  I admit the holes were fixed within a week, an excellent turnaround time for Nepal, but Iam still left marveling at the simplicity of it all.
  • Being able to get work done in a cyber. Cyber is Nepali speak for an internet cafe – minus the cafe.  A bunch of old computers crammed into a small shop along with phone booths, a copy machine, and some dusty office supplies.  Speeds vary, monitors are often discoloured and flickering, and keyboards have notoriously sticky keys.  But right now, we have no internet in our office and have not had for the past 3 months.  So, this means regular trips to the local cyber to check and answer email.  And I am still somewhat shocked (and grateful!) for the amount of work we manage to do in these little cybers.  The noise level is ridiculous, with locals calling family gone to work in the Middle East and yelling over a poor reception, the ergonomics would make any office rep cringe, and there are always a gaggle of folks reading email over your shoulder.  However, with a bit of focus and preseverance we have managed to operate this way for 3 months.  Not ideal, but somehow satisfying.  And a tribute to a culture like Nepal where people simply are not bothered by these small inconveniences.
  • Peanut butter cookies.  It was a moment of madness and I was blinded by a recollection of smell and taste.  I had been dreaming about this particular version of peanuttyness for a few weeks but thought that the feeling would wear off.  It didn’t.  It got worse.  So, after trying desperately to ignore it, I caved and sent R on a scrambling race to the corner store for some peanut butter and baked out my craving with only moments to spare before the power cut started for the evening.  They were delicious and I think worth the madness.  My only excuse is that it was a back-to-school treat (without the back to school part)!

A Tribute to the Beginning of a New University Semester

I am experiencing some serious nostalgia these days as I see the numerous notes from friends and old colleagues about the fact that students are just around the corner, set to enter university en masse for what will hopefully be one of the most satisfying and challenging learning experiences of their lives.  And while I truly grateful to spend the months of August and September in a more relaxed and less frantic state of mind, I do remember just how exciting and important this time of year can be.

Campuses will be buzzing with activity again, moving trucks will mark the weekend moving madness, the supermarket shelves will be nearly empty as student apartments are stocked, some sort of back-to-school flyer will crowd out of every mailbox on the block, orientation programs will be scrambling to get the last bits in order for the big day, information booth duty becomes a central part of your job description, and those lovely, curious, keen, bright, and energetic students will come bounding into campus, hesitantly ready to make their mark.

And as the “fresh” students collide with the tradition and culture of the old, I am also reminded just how hard that clash can feel.  The sense that there may just not be any room left for newness in all the oldness.  The feeling of needing to “catch-up” and get there faster to ensure you blend in and avoid any cultural blunders.  The wish for someone newer than you to arrive so you can feel experienced and knowledgeable again.  It sounds hauntingly familiar to my own culture shock here in Nepal actually.

So…

To my old colleagues at UBC who are working tirelessly right now – I am with you!  I can sense the energy and imagine the dedication, exhaustion, and anticipation you are feeling.  Keep your eye on the end of September, keep your student leaders at the front, and yourself on the sidelines.  Enjoy the familiarity and the camaraderie that this time of year brings – I will miss being part of that feeling that an entire campus is poised and looking towards the same goal.  Watch it amazement as it all unfolds magically and with some predictability – another year, another slice of pizza 🙂

To the campus oldies, remember to make space for all the newness.  Leave room for those who follow you to step into new roles, test new ideas, and change the campus that you have so willingly cared for and loved.  You made it better and they will continue your legacy – but they might also begin some legacies of their own.   Support and help them do that and then get the heck out of their way – you have a new role as the shoulders on which they will need to stand.

To the campus new ones, despite what it may seem (and it may seem exceedingly chaotic, large, overwhelming, and secret-club like) your new community has the potential to change your life.  And you have the potential to change it right back.  You will get lots of advice – you should listen to all of it, but choose to take only what seems valuable to you.   There is space for you here to find whatever it is you are looking for – space to choose, to experiment, to explore, to change your mind, to disagree, to get swept up, to lose track, to find focus, and to learn.

And I am looking forward to being back and a part of the fray next year perhaps because there is no better place to work than on a university campus!

Honouring Fridays: July 10th, 2009

We are rounding the corner to the end of month 8 in Nepal.  It is really, really hard to believe.  But when I look at my life here, maybe it’s not so hard to believe after all.  I barely notice the roving cattle in the middle of the busy streets, I am adept at dodging various forms of excrement on the sidewalk, I didn’t blink when I saw the fruit man sharpening his knife on the edge of the curb, I feel naked with a jauntily tossed scarf around my neck, mangos have become their own food group, I can jump from taxi-micro-bus-tuk-tuk easily and without hesitation, I walk into oncoming traffic regularly and am confident that a brief wave of the hand will allow me to cross safely, and I am starting to think that the earlier in the day one gets to eat something curried, the better.

  • Teej. Shrawan is the name of the Nepali month from mid-July to mid-August.  Typically, all Nepali months are about the same length as Roman calendar months but they begin halfway through a Roman month and end halfway through the next Roman month.  Shrawan is an important month on the Nepali calendar for women.  During this month is the celebration of Teej.  Teej is a festival of women filled with dancing, singing, ritual bathing, and fasting for up to 3 days.  Red clothes are typically worn during this time to symbolize joy and happiness, reflecting also the marriage ceremony when women wear red saris.  Married women pray for happy marriages and healthy, long lives for their husbands.  Unmarried women pray for finding a good husband.  What I appreciate is a whole month with a strong focus on women.  True, the focus is on the role of women as wives, which seems limited and perhaps slightly old fashioned, but here in Nepal this is a very important role.  For me, it will be more about women coming together in kinship, spirit, and celebration.  And I did buy some green glass bangles, which promote health and good blessings for your husband…can’t hurt right?
  • My new lunch spot. With the new office move I found myself without the common comforts of my old office. Most notably lunch!  We had such lovely daal bhaat and curried vegetables every day and the thought of packing a lunch and slogging it all the way to work was unappealing.  So, I and my colleague Sujata, stepped out to find a nearby eatery.  We walked about 10 meters down the road.  And stopped.  And there was a lovely, small, local, and bustling shop.  Owned by a gracious and kind family that has developed a strong customer base from the private school next door – oodles of uniformed children stop there for snacks after class.  They sell some of the best samosas, alu chop (like a heavily spiced, chickpea flour coated, deep fried, mashed potato finger), and vegetable momos I have found in my time in Nepal.  And the momos are about 25 NPR which is about 25 cents….hard to beat.  Now we go twice a day – once in the morning for tea and samosas and once for lunch of momos, chops, and a cool Sprite.
  • Homemade Sun Tea.  Easily one of the most thirst quenching, satisfying, and quick drinks to make.  Tea is plentiful, sugar is local, and small lime/lemons – kargatti – are always available.  Plus, the regular and intense sunshine makes perfect sun-tea!  I read the numerous warnings about the health risks of sun tea (seriously?) and decided that the risks for sun tea and decidedly less risky than most of the other food I ingest on a daily basis.  I have taken to using flavoured teas like raspberry and peach (can’t get the real fruit here so the subtle flavour infused in the tea satisfies the basic need).  Topped with some sugar and fresh squeezed kargatti – delicious!
  • Gandharba musicians. One of my great VSO colleagues, Raj, comes from the musical Dalit caste, also called the Gandharba caste.  Historically, castes were formed by grouping certain professions.  Professions that were considered favourable, powerful, or prestigious are upper castes.  And those that were considered menial, degrading, or sacrilegious were deemed lower caste.  The arts, overall, were considered low caste professions and as such many of the Nepali artists belong to the Dalit caste.  Raj is passionate about his history and spends every free moment, when not working on VSO stuff,  promoting, sharing, and enhancing the public awareness of the Gandharba caste.  Today he was featured on a national radio program, he regularly writes articles for various publications, has won international awardsfor his work on Dalit issues, and he has recently helped to create a relationship with a musical school in India which provides a scholarship to one Nepali musicians each year and has just begun to offer a course in traditional Nepali music.  I am grateful for all he does to work on behalf of Dalits in Nepal, especially the very talented Gandharba musicians.  To download some Gandharba music to sample look here.

Honouring Fridays: June 19th, 2009

The monsoon is a week late.  The temperature has soared into the high 30’s and can only be set to rest with the advance of the monsoon.  Apparently it is predictable – every year there is a date that all Nepali’s anticipate when the monsoon rains rush in and quench the thirst of farmers who need to rains for their rice crops.  Being late is a big deal.  Without the rains their rice crops will not produce the food that they require for their families.  And it means that water in the capital city is also limited – less coming through the pipes means less stored in the large tanks atop many of the buildings in Kathmandu.  The recent prediction is that it will arrive in 10-15 days…we hold our breath that the rice crops will still be viable and get comfortable with our sweat and dirt…the rains will come.

  • Airtreks.  With tickets finally “in-hand” for our ridiculous round the world adventure (airport codes in order are: KTM-DEL-HKG-NRT-HNL-OGG-NRT-MNL-AUH-CDG-LHR-KEF-YYZ-YVR) that begins in January, I couldn’t be more grateful to the good folks at Airtreks for all their help.  They helped us navigate our complicated route, found the best deals, and offered some great customer service.  And although it looks expensive on the surface, when one considers the various flights and connections we are making it was pretty darn reasonable.  While many of the legs will be just quick airport stops, some will be the beginning of incredible new experiences – who could resist a 3-day, no extra charge stop-over in Iceland!
  • New colleagues and new offices.  Much to my great excitement, and what may go down as my single biggest accomplishment here in Nepal, my organization, National Campaign for Education, Nepal (NCEN…used to be GCE Nepal but they changed their name…long story) has a new office!  And with that office comes a newly hired full-time Program Coordinator.  I now work 3 days a week with my new colleague Sujata in a small house in Thapathali.  We rent two small rooms on the cool and shady ground floor.  She is keen, talented, and really fun to work with.  Plus, she loves financial management and that is where we need to most help.  I hope these final six months are full of good progress and am so grateful for some new energy at work.  Plus, our office has an avocado tree in the yard…this will probably be the only time in my life I can say that 🙂
  • Didi.  Didi is a Nepali word which means older sister.  It is a term used for your actual older sister, but also used for a woman who is older than you, but not old enough to be your mom, whom you want to address somewhat respectfully (otherwise you would use bahini (sounds like tahini) which means little sister but is disrespectful if you use this term for someone older than you). In our house we have a lovely didi who washes our laundry for a small monthly fee of 500 NPR (about $8 CAD).  She is the sweetest Nepali woman and we are so grateful to have her service.  While I sometimes feel guilty for not washing my own clothes, the reality is that for many Didi’s who clean houses and do laundry, this is the only income they have.  I will happily pay a fair and ethical wage to employee a local woman to earn some money.
  • Barfi.  Alright now…stop giggling about the name.  This is one of my favourite sweet treats in Nepal – an Indian treat that is actually widely available around the world.  I prefer a pistachio or cashew barfi, but it can also be made with coconut, almonds, chick pea flour, chocolate, mango, or carrot!  This weekend, I hope to try my hand at some barfi-making for a dinner party this weekend – I will try to post some results of that effort and let you know how the carrot barfi turns out!

Honouring Fridays: June 5th, 2009

The weekend ahead is full relaxing – no plans and no plans to make any plans.  When I started posting blogs on Fridays the idea was to recognize just how much potential and excitment was wrapped into a Friday – to honour that magical anticipation with some bold words of appreciation.  I am amazed that after writing posts for every Friday since January, I am still full of things to be grateful for.  And while I may have slipped for moments of whining, focussing on the positive things has certainly kept my spirits high and my perspectives in check…no problems, just inconveniences 🙂

  • Lychees.  The season of fresh lychees is in full swing all over Nepal.  The rough brown and pink exterior hides inside a rather gelatinous looking eyeball of sweet, juicy goodness.  I, for one, don’t mind the texture but I could see how it may throw some people off.  Eaten by the dozens they leave the fingers sticky with sugar and rough shards of husk everywhere!  But they are beautiful to look at and sold by the 1 kg bunch from the neighbourhood fruit seller.  I discovered that I had many unanswered questions about the lychee that wikipedia just didn’t have the answers to – enter LycheesOnline with the best set of FAQs I could find including “Can I plant the seeds from my lychee fruit to grow a lychee tree?” – everytime I eat a lychee is this the question I ask myelf.  The answer – YES!
  • Change. The VSO Office in Nepal is undergoing some very drastic changes over the next few months.  Staff are moving on to new opportunities, having babies, and shifting focus.  Additionally, there is a large corporate strategic review happening right now as well.  Everything is in flux.  Nothing feels stable or firm.  However, deep inside that change is opportunity.  It is small, hard to see, and sometimes only evident after squinting for a really long time, but in the distance is the light at the end of the tunnel that brings fresh ideas, renewed energy andexceptional creativity.  There is much to be grateful for but today I am grateful for possibilities.
  • Will Ferrell in Man Vs. Wild.  So, Man vs. Wild is apparently, a really popular show on Discovery channel.  I don’t watch it but I couldn’t resist downloading an episode that featured the Man (Bear Grylls) out in the Arctic of Sweden with Will Ferrell.  It was fantastic!  And it helped cool me down with the scenes of snow and ice in this humid hot house of an apartment.
  • Getting out of Kathmandu. Last weekend we took to the river and had an amazing time rafting through the green hills of Nepal.  What I appreciated most about this experience was that it pulled the focus away from Kathmandu and reminded me just how incredible Nepal truly is.  The geography is extreme, the beauty is intense, and the poverty is very real.  But the poverty, while shocking to some, is simply life for many Nepalis.  They eat what they can grow and live simply.  So, while we make every effort to help Nepali people eliminate poverty, let us not also remove their ability to choose in the process.  While we may see the benefits of refrigerators, cement houses, and products for every possible cleaning dilemma, they see the benefits of house made from local materials, eating daily and not relying on foods that need to stay cold, and having immune systems that cleaning products would actually weaken.  Poverty is not equivalent to a desire to change or a need for a different life.  It means the need for food, clean drinking water, and education – and then choice to determine the type of life they want.

The mental cycles of development work

have hope

see bright future

doubt said bright future is possible

lose hope

lose belief in self

lose belief in other people

see shimmer of possibility

remember why this work is important

feel momentarily inspired

be crushed by the politics and self-interest of others

realize your assumptions were all wrong

have one great meaning or meaningful conversation

have hope…

Honouring Fridays: March 27th, 2009

I have spent the whole day today in a incredibly interesting consultation forum on the drafting of a new youth policy in Nepal.  Youth from all regions of the country were invited to review the draft policy and provide feedback, suggestions, and critques about how their voices were reflected in the policy.  Youth from many ethnic groups, with disabilities, religious minorities, and those displaced from conflict zones in Nepal shared passionate and emotional stories with the policy committee and have clearly invested much of their future in the development of “New Nepal”.  I left feeling hopeful for what they should be able to achieve within Nepal, provided the government listens to their voices.

  • Fragrance. Kathmandu is alive and bursting with flowers now that the winter chill has subsided.  Besides the colourful beauty of these flowers, my favourite part is the fragrance.  At night in my little neighbourhood you can walk down these small winding alleys and find yourself in a haze of jasmine – sweet, pungent, and rish was sumptuous frangrance.  The other flower that has been casting a spell over my walk to work the past few days is a bit like a large grapefruit flower.  The smell is intoxicating and I have taken to picking a couple blossoms on the way to work that are an easy counter smell to some of the nasty odors one encounters on the walk (garbage, pollution, smelly river etc.).  And both of these blossoms make wonderful natural perfume, dabbed on the wrist when walking past a bush.
  • Vacations. Next Friday my lovely hubby and I will be leaving to take a short 3-day trip down to Chitiwan with some of our friends.  Another volunteer has a travel agent for a landlord so the deal we have gotten is simply incredible.  We have all transportation, food, and accommodation included, PLUS, some great activities in Chitiwan – tiger walks, elephant rides etc.  I have been in Kathmandu for about 3 months with only a short respits to a village and training centre for 1 month – I am itching to get out of he city and into something more peaceful.  I think this trip will be the perfect salve for my battered nerves and polluted lungs 🙂
  • Rainstorms. Storm season has officially started.  Nothing torrential and as heavy as a monsoon rain, but at least some scattered and intense showers to freshen things up.  The heavy clouds billow like blackend marshmallows and hang there for what seems like hours.  The thunder will grumble, grumble, grumble and then finally, as though lightening is the decision maker, a streak of electricity will get the whole thing started.  The storm will thunder on for about an hour and then like a faucet being turned off will suddenly stop.  Brilliant sunshine comes back out and everything dries in a matter of minutes.  But I love the storms – it reminds me of Vancouver, of being cozy, and of a fresh new start.
  • Ovens! We had a lovely and generous gift of a small toaster oven this week.  Another volunteer who is leaving inhertited one when she arrived and is passing it along.  I have grown so familiar with gas flame cooking that it has been sitting in our kitchen all week gathering dust because I don’t know what to do with it.  Oh, and I guess because we need electricity to run the darn thing.  But once we have more power I am certain that some cookies, cakes, and perhaps muffins might emerge from it 🙂