A Breath Of Fresh Air

A Breath Of Fresh Air
during a previous trek in Vietnam

Monday, January 31, 2011

is it my turn?


I believe everything happens for a reason... and I believe yesterdays’ events play into this. 

Lots of talk has been going around about paying it forward with many of my fellow BB friends acting on this idea. This got me thinking... I better get going... its my turn to pay it forward!

While I absolutely love the idea of paying it forward and the power of small but needed acts of kindness at the time this was suggested I didn’t take immediate action, in fact I have been sitting on the proposition for some time now.
The reasoning behind this is that I felt my time to pay it forward must come naturally and I would know when the opportunity presented itself, and as the karma ebbs and flows around the world circumstances would align themselves, and when they do I will find myself aligned with a person who could benefit in some way from my help. 
That was the original thought but then… everyone began taking action - making out of the ordinary good deeds- and I felt as though I had to get going! start planning! and do a deed! I thought about who I wanted to help, who I knew needed help, and what I could do for them. I had come to the conclusion that I would go by the home which a group of special Olympic athletes lived and drop the girls off a special something - maybe cookies, or a movie I thought they might like. I had planned my deed doing, the deed seemed to meet the criteria of being "good", thoughtful and for the benefit of others.

But yesterday my path changed. 
While leaving the school to catch my bus home there was a man handing out pamphlets that read: "these cards have been printed for the purpose of assisting me, a Deaf person, in making a living. Will you kindly buy one? ", and he was asking for $1 in return for the little pink piece of paper that had been folded into a book. I had come across this man, or rather, this man had come across me in the BMH (the Applied Health Science stopping grounds building). In response to his question which he made through gestures and signs I replied by opening up my wallet and showing him that I only had pennies (maybe about 15 of them) inside but I would give him these. To that his response was no, that he needed $1. I was turned off by his refusal, and remembering I did in fact have a dollar in my purse left without telling him so.

I think it is easy to forget to be charitable and help others as much as you can. I got caught up in other factors such as; feeling as though he was invading my space, hesitant to believe his intentions and hurt because he did not want my penny change and lost my connection to my original plan of helping others and paying it forward. As Thich Nhat Hanh, a Buddhist Monk teaches, we must be mindful of our actions, body functions, content of consciousness, or consciousness itself. While I may hold the values of goodwill and giving at high regard and believe that these are traits which I wish to have, I recognize the need for mindfulness, as things such as other duties and feelings may lead me to stray from my original intent.

Moments after my encounter with the Deaf man, while I waited at my bus stop, I had time to reflect on my actions and the teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh came to mind. Too did the teachings of my therapeutic recreation class for persons with disabilities of the unequal treatment and access to information that exists in our society. There was great reason to believe that this man was being held back from getting a salaried job because society had not presented him with the resources which he needed to find a job and perform the tasks in that job and that employers who he may have met treated him unjustly, viewing able-bodied people as the ‘normal’ in our still fairly ablist society.

Coming to my senses I left my bus stop and followed the path which this man had left on, to place a loony in his hands. While this event ended the way it should have began, I am reminded to stay mindful of the values which I hold on a regular basis and see that giving.  Although giving can be something you plan it must also be something that you are mindful of on a regular basis and must come naturally.

Following on the note of just treatment which I touched on briefly above when mentioning persons with disabilities in an ablist society, look forward to some interesting posts coming later this week or next which I hope to right following my night at the ACC center with athletes from Special Olympics. The athletes who I co-coach with snowshoeing and track & field are a big source of inspiration and happiness in my life, although working with them can have its difficult moments. Myself and other coaches have volunteered to travel down to Toronto with the athletes to sell 50/50 tickets in support of Special Olympics. While this ‘night on the town’ will surely come with some troubles I am sure I will be bringing back more good news than bad and look forward to sharing some insights to why I love working with these athletes and about the social issues they face. 

Friday, January 28, 2011

the path less chosen


Although I am what I would call an emotional person… and maybe even sometimes an emotional train wreck in times of great disaster, I have a great deal of trouble understanding my emotions. Often I see them as things that just come and ‘are’. But I recognize there is much more behind these feelings to understand, and if I could better understand them I might be able to become a stronger person in the process. Sometimes understanding my boundaries can only come with being pushed into them and then reflecting on the emotional turmoil that ensues.  This process of understanding myself is slow and cannot be rushed for it must come naturally in time.


As of current I am not receiving the mark which I need to pass my current beyond borders course (currently dependent on my blog) and on which rides my opportunity to volunteer abroad, and do what fills me with life and passion.  And while I am not horribly shocked at this news (as I know to receive a good mark I should probably be writing longer blogs, build upon more critique or deep creative thinking and come up with these things in a more timely fashion) I am crying…
I am sure my tears are screaming to me… “LOOK this is the real Emma – and she’s crying because she wants to you accept who she is and what she feels”.  I found myself in a similar situation last term with our Beyond Borders course – on the cusp of losing this experience because my mark was not high enough. Notably, I do know these marks are attainable, and I know I have poured energy and time into lots of other things I am passionate about and that I have found success from those endeavors – but in this case, for this placement that means so much for me, I have continually struggled to do the same.

And now I think I have confronted why (perhaps this is really only the tip of the ice burg –but for me cracking the top was a big breakthrough) I have acted this way. I have never quite believed in our academic school system, nor have I enjoyed the academic structure, on most occasions. It forces me to learn in ways I don’t and prepares me for a work force I don’t truly want to be part of. It is structured, guided and to relate to the methods used in achieving many of the Millennium Development Goals a rather ‘blanket’ approach to learning – where one size is assumed to fits all. It is not experiential or natural. But if we look at the world and the people in it, besides scientific proof this world is entirely relative and diverse. Where each persons’ norms, experiences and abilities vary greatly, and between them definitions and realities vary, whether it is what loneliness is, what success is, what family is for or practically any other thing you could think of. The disconnect from what I believe is fitting of an education and the system I am involved in are for the large majority of the time two contradictory processes. Why I am here at the University is a whole other complicated issue.

I think my love for experiential and natural education which suites the individual was why I was drawn to the beyond borders program (along with an opportunity to volunteer and assist people in the developing world which is what I wish to do with my life if I can make it work), and why I was in tears seeing this mark. (since the start of this blog they have subsided – now replaced with a overly tense and frustrated forehead). I wanted a natural, perhaps academically guided by not academically focused learning experience and I feel like that experience is not quite there. I wanted to escape from the rules and just learn because I genuinely want to and help others because I genuinely want to and grow because I genuinely want to. Now I feel like the rules are inescapable and such an experience doesn’t exist – and thus my desired experience doesn’t exist and I’m back to conforming and following the rules and guidelines.

I'm not sure if this system is in place because there truly area prerequisites to helping and that I need to think critically and put on good presentations to make the cut… and if so if I will meet the standards OR if this is just an academic institution making its rules. But again I feel lost. I think I am avoiding doing what I need do to get the mark I need to go to Kenya because I feel like I am back in the system I thought I was escaping and it is this system which is making me continually hesitant to become invested in my placement as much as I truly desire to be.  

I hope I am not rambling on incoherently – and if I am please forgive me.

I wrote this blog for a couple of reasons: so that I could try to understand why I am feeling this way, so that I could be visually confronted with my feelings and why I feel they exist as I write them down, and to maybe connect to a few people who understand where I am coming from and have some of these same or similar feelings – so that they don’t have to feel so alone and misunderstood.

My question still stands – and now potentially more so than before – am I the one who needs to adapt to the workings of our Western society or is there value in the system of action and learning which I desire?

Monday, January 24, 2011

Friday Came - And Went - And will never be forgotten

KENYA beautiful KENYA

At about 1:40 PM Friday January 21st I found out I will be calling Kenya my home in 3 months, for 3 months. Specifically Kariobangi Kenya!

And yes, I am throwing an exclamation mark after that - Because I am going to live in the slum, worry about safe drinking water, feel uncomfortable, worry about danger in the night, see the poverty ... and out of all that I know somehow I am going to find great beauty. While realizing the great dept of poverty and injustice which exists in this area and making my best attempt to learn what can assist the people of Kariobangi Kenya to make them stronger, safer, more educated and healthier I want my focus to be on exploring the beauty of Kenya and it's people.

too often we focus on the negative
and its the negative that pulls us down

I love approaching things with a natural flow when traveling - it lets the true uninhibited experience come to you.
At the same time I know I sometimes have a hard time letting go of control and believing in the experience - a good friend of mine and me spent many a nights bunked up in a tent dwelling on this very insight (thanks bud!)
And finally I think I am at the point in my life where I want nothing more than to 'be' and interact in tune with the experience and let the experience be what it may be. 

... Unfortunately this experience is going to take a lot of researching! A fair bit of thought. And I am going to have to remember these things I learned and focus on them until they come naturally abroad (such as customs, attitudes ect.) 

Here are some facts for you my reader. a wee little insight into a diverse country that is Kenya!

Kenya's economy is the largest GDP in East and Central Africa and Kenya's capital, Nairobi is a major commercial hub.

Kenya's main source of income is tea, coffee and tourism (to economic sectors which are difficult to count upon year in and year out)

But yet...
Kenya's average life expectancy is 55.6 years

Kenya's adolescent fertility rate is 103.5
Kenya's contraceptive prevalence rates (for married women age 15-49) is 39.3 
And in Kenya only 42% of births are attended by skilled professionals

Kariobangi is a low-income residential estate in northeastern Nairobi (Kenya's capital). Kariobangi is divided into North and South. The North consist of earlier development and is mostly apartments, while the South is comprised of slum type dwellings. And it is these Slums of Kariobangi that we will call home. 

I have only yet uncovered the very top layer of what is Kenya as there is lots to discover and understand. 
To help me prepare for this placement I need your help! :) 
- please leave your comment below on one thing you think is important for me to know before I go! 



kwa amani (in peace)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

dreams be good to me!

It's time to rest my head
the worrying part was last night I was dreaming that I was assigned a volunteer placement in a country that didn't exist while everyone else went together to somewhere in Africa :(

Thoughts are constantly going through my head as FRIDAY roles closer.
On FRIDAY we will be told where we are going!
I know I need to continue to approach this situation with a very open mind.

sweet dreams everyone

To Change or Not to Change.. that is the Question

What happened to: Love, for better or for worse?

we do an okay job being respectful of the people in society who do not fit the mold we deem 'normal'... and I mean OKAY - nothing close to great, but okay. But in interacting with them - what feelings become present? To guide your thought in a more specific path - consider the homeless (a population that visits regularly at St.Johns soup kitchen). I know that while in some occasions my thoughts focus on how I can make their life in some small way more comfortable, whether thats some change or a coffee - but I must admit that on many occasions my thoughts lead to focus on 'what is wrong with them' 'why are they there' and feel that they are a person who is not part of our 'real society' as they don't fit. ( I hope none of my readers are upset at how I feel about the homeless on occasion. I am human, and it is only through open dialog that we can be opened to knew ways of thought and change our views). The question here stands: should they change? or should they not change? and what is more important to embrace persons who are living on the streets with all of their issues or to strive to change them and remove these issues (when I say issues I mean things like 'drug use', 'gang affiliation or action' ect. which is faced by some but not all of people living on the streets).

My train of thought was often more of the 'intervention' stream of thought; where we, as caring citizens, must try to help these persons rid themselves of these bad behaviors/addictions/ect. and in doing so they would be able to live a more full life.

From my current understanding of the working center - this is not the stream of thought that they follow. Instead they support the people who come to them as they are and do not strive to change them (although there may be great positive changing power in the community that they create and open up to the people). Their goal is to provide a better quality of life to put it simply.

Is one method better than the other? Are both methods needed (change and support)? What method comes first?

I'm still not quite sure how to answer all of these questions. But I do believe that support must always be present, more so than change. It is through support that quality of life can be maintained and strengthened.

An interesting observation I have made is that I find it very easy to focus on improving quality of life over 'intervention' or change with disabled persons, more so then persons living on the street. In fact I almost always Strive to improve quality of life through play, discussion, friendships and support. I think the difference in my attitude towards the two groups stems from my personal connection to persons with disabilities - which only continues to grow. It is my hope that through my volunteer placement with the working center I will be able to make a personal connection with some of the persons society deems 'down and out' and continue to build from there :)

Learning the Experience

Relax
Breath
Open Your Body
Open Your Mind
(feels good doesn't it? :) )

... now you are ready to learn the experience.
The idea of 'learning the experience' was presented to the my beyond borders class and myself by Joe Mancini in our latest gathering at the working center. Amongst other powerful thoughts which he presented to us during the time spent with him this is the one which I found most profound and am going to take some time through this blog to expand upon in my own way.

For very analytical thinkers this idea might not be the easiest to accept and adapt to but for myself this seems more of a natural process to lead to understanding. Going beyond the books and the theories to the individual person is the key.

When looking at issues which confront us it is so easy to get swallowed up by them - and feel as if you have no power and are unable to make a difference. I believe the greatest power one possesses is the power to inspire. Inspire two people and they will inspire two more and your impact can will be exponential. The direction in which you inspire people may vary; perhaps to act selflessly, or to fight for a certain cause. But, no matter what your message your means will always be most affective when your learn and act through experience.

I think Joe's message came at a perfect time as we enter into our volunteer placement at the Working Center and prepare for one abroad. Before I try to create a positive change in any environment I must understand the experience. This will be the focus of both of my volunteer placements.

With Body and Mind wide open

Friday, January 14, 2011

Hi Ho Hi Ho its off to work we go!

.... yes our Beyond Borders group is off on a new 'adventure'!
.......a "BeyondBordersAdvennnntuuuuuuure"! (I'm not to sure how many people can relate to that one besides my mom, brother and Cassandra- but this would be said in a triumphant tone, escalating into a high note at the end... TRY IT sometime! if feels great!)

I must admit this title is a bit deceiving, as we really weren't set out to do work - we were set out to learn and hopefully in turn grow. And all of this would be done through reciprocity. On Monday January 10th we, the Beyond Borders group, headed to the working center. 

To begin to explain what exactly the working center IS I will tell you a short, real story...a story about my first step towards learning just what the working center was about for myself. 

My story starts on the first day of our Beyond Borders class (2nd one) on January 10th. A group of my classmates and myself were headed towards the Working Center in ... dun dun dun .... Kitchener (the dun dun dun - is only used to illustrate how many people view Kitchener, myself often included!). My feelings, as I approached the Working Center were: I LOVE new experiences, I LOVE volunteering... but do I have time to do MORE volunteering (I currently volunteer as a coach for special olympics, with the athletic department and am co-president of a volunteer club on campus - Right To Play) I entered the experience with an open mind towards a new volunteer opportunity. I knew the working center was designed to primarily provide resources to assist persons who need assistance, often the 'down-and-out'. But this place was beautiful. We first sat down in the working center cafe "Queen Street Commons Cafe", where we were serenaded by delightful aromas and beautiful music. the story really ends and climaxes in seeing that this beautiful music is being played by a man (not to jump to conclusions) who I would presume is living on the streets (it was later confirmed that this man was to some degree at least - homeless). WOW. 
I am not much of a story teller but I am sure you could relate to a feeling of surprise and shock in seeing that this beautiful music was coming from a man who was living on the street.
Without a single word this man told me the story of the working center.
The working center is a place where any person of any religion, culture, socio-economic status and facing any type of hardship can feel at home, welcomed, accepted and understood. While the working center creates many welcoming social environments such as the cafe and St. Johns Soup Kitchen it also provides opportunity for development and growth. 


And its doing that! and doing it well! 


I left the working center inspired by a man who many may judge as "down and out". 
And left ready to start on a new volunteer experience! 







If you want to discover the working center for yourself or becoming involved here's a good link to get you started! :) http://www.theworkingcentre.org/