INDO712A – Team
December 16, 2007
“The key to your universe is that you can choose.” Carl Frederick
Eight women have chosen to come to Chennai to become a team of Global Volunteers. Though we chose different flight patterns to get here, today we saw the start of putting our skills and interest together that will be our lasting mosaic here in Chennai.
We had met several of our four legged friends yesterday and today Wendy gave us our science lesson with the question – “Why do they prefer the middle of the road?” Smart cows! The breeze from the traffic helps rid them of flies!
Alana gave us our first creativity project – a Rorsach butterfly that she quietly constructed while listening to the orientation. We are each to add to it. And then we learned from this Irish lass - how many psychiatrists it takes to change a light bulb. I’ll not list the answer so any readers outside of this group can puzzle over that.
Stephen skillfully guided us through the process of writing why we chose to come and then put these into team goals. There was quick consensus on characteristic of an effective team – and Stephen added the important 2 Ps – Punctuality and Patience. Both are to be observed at all times. He also helped us with practice the correct pronunciation of a few key Tamil words. After completing our calendar of assignments we had a break before starting our long anticipated walk through the neighborhood. With a few stops before reaching the children’s home as the gates opened we were greeted with bright eyes, broad smiles and then sat in a circle, a warm welcome from each in English. What a wonderful place this is going to be to finish each day. We had a taxi ride to the restaurant for a meal that was a gourmet’s delight.
Then home to showers, setting alarms and bed, as I bring this to a close, it is only the sounds of the fans and refrigerator that breaks the silence.
Aleatha
December 17, 2007
“The highest of distinctions is service to others.”
King George VI
Our first day of service and our team gathered on time at the gate to go to our various assignments. Like fighter pilots we took flight in our squadrons, braving the unknown, expecting the unexpected and ready for anything. With smiles and handshakes we met our hosts and tried to remember impossible – to pronounce names. Big black eyes and tiny hands clustered around us, and touched our hearts. One of our
groups, expecting to scrape walls and paint found there was no sandpaper for scraping, so were thrust into a sea of eager faces looking up as if for a movie-star performance. Who’d have thought a room full of one to five year-olds would be so intimidating! But with the help of their warm-hearted teacher we soon found our stride and dove in to head-shoulders-knees and toes – knees and toes. In fact, I’m proud to say, we gave an oscar-winning performance. Back at base camp everyone was swapping stories and then, after a brief rest, the team went back to our evening hour at an orphanage with stellar contributions by our talented teachers conducting “Brother John” and “Old MacDonald.” Our first day, and a feeling of “we did it, we came through.” We’re out of the starting gate, we’re off!
Wendy Banks
December 18, 2007
What has 6 heads 8 wings and gold glitter all over? The Chennai angel squad
When I returned from the hospital this evening I found my co-volunteers, Sheeba and even Stephen working under the inspiring direction of Joelle to create the items for a crèche for Assisi Illam children and sisters. Everyone was working, joking, and generally having fun. When asked, individual volunteers reported having a successful day. Nina earned a silver star by teaching everyone how to balance 10 nails on the head of the head of the eleventh. You have to attend her science class to learn her secret. Although it isn’t the rainy season it has certainly been wet the past 24 hours. Stephen assures us that Chennai needs the water so in that respect it is good but at the same time it is a real problem for poorer families who have dirt floors at ground level.
Everyone continues to put great thought and energy into planning activities for the children. The painting at St. Joseph’s is going slowly due to the rain. Of course that means more time directly with the children and no one is complaining.
Working with Sister Rexline at St. Thomas Hospital is a joy and a blessing. They speak truly when they say, working in Chennai gives more to the volunteers than the volunteers gives to others.
Quote for the day: Love cannot be seen or heard. It must be felt by the heart.
Helen Keller
Alana Poage
December 19, 2007
Today is the third day of our program and I feel like we are all starting to settle in and feel much more comfortable in our assignments and getting to know our hosts and co- workers from the community. We started our day with breakfast and conversation and making decision about dinner – restaurant or order in pizza. The restaurant won but we will definitely experience a pizza dinner before our adventure is over. We got to learn more about Alana’s position at the hospital, which was quite interesting, as we don’t get to see as much of her to we would like. The angel wings were successfully completed by Sheeba and Aleatha to be delivered today. They were without a doubt the most beautiful angel wings ever made. It’s still raining quite heavily at times as we were all delivered to our jobs. Patrice and I are getting the hang of painting and have actually elicited a few approving nods and oks. The guys Ravi, Giri and Ajiesh. Are getting use to us and even asked us to sing which Wendy and Patrice do very well. We get a snack at 11 – today was cookies and chai and lunch about 1- when we all watch soap operas. The old nun is totally engrossed in the soaps and they’re fun to watch. Much over acting and lots of sleazy looking guys doing evil deeds. We have got the windows cleaned, scrapped and painted and now on to the doors. Then we were home for a little R & R and shower before heading on to SEAMS. Wendy conducted a great yoga session for the kids and Stephen videotaped it. We all had a fabulous dinner at Kumarakam a Kerala restaurant but we missed Joelle who stayed behind to keep Sheeba company. We finished up with our nightly meeting and planning the shopping trip if the rain lets up.
Quote for the day: When there is no wind – Row
Chinese proverb.
Michele.
December 20, 2007
Patrice here. When I was a little girl I loved a story that started off with the line “And so they were off on their biggest adventure ever” I was reminded of my story when the team piled into the van and an auto rickshaw on our way to downtown and shopping this evening. Chennai roads teem with motorized life, families on motorbikes, men pushing through on bicycles and carts, rickshaws, small yellow aggressive trucks and the occasional packed bus. all moving literally inches from the next vehicle. So there we were driving, weavings braking and honking with the best of them.
Having enjoyed a strong adrenaline rush, we were in the right condition for downtown Chennai. The shopping centre was livelier and brighter than we imagined -rather like a less sterile Las Vegas. Stephen skillfully guided us to a clothing emporium—brave man! where we enjoyed a fun and frantic 45 minutes of shopping. Wendy we are sorry your outfit did not work! You looked smashing. The ride home was less eventful but at 9:30, it was time for dinner and to check on our comrade Ann who had been left home to sleep.
India is a land of contrast, some of which is difficult to us, some of which is extremely beautiful. It’s all however, right down to the shopping, amazing.
Quote for the day – All things change when we do
Anon
Patrice
December 21, 2007
This morning we were invited to the St. Joseph’s School – the school at which I worked on Monday and Tuesday to see the Christmas pageant. We had no idea what was in store! The Christ Child, a live baby was blessedly quiet throughout a long program that included three performances of traditional Indian dance by some of the students. The correspondent as the director of the school is called, is a priest, and he gave a long sermon. The honored guests sang three Christmas songs to thundering and unwarranted applause. Then Santa appeared bearing his balloon staff, cavorting through the hall and finally taking Aleatha by the hand and dancing her to the stage. The biggest hit, though, was Sister Emily who announced that the tests would be postponed until January 2.
As the children filed out, we found ourselves honored yet again with an invitation to join the school staff at their Christmas party. A pink and white cake stood on the table, and as the staff gathered Christmas presents were exchanged over tea and cake. Stephen surprised everyone by announcing that school staff and volunteers were all to share the Christmas dinner at a restaurant.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Joelle and Sheeba had been frantically rushing around shopping, then sorting, bagging and packing the presents for SEAMS. We all have very warm feelings about the friendly and yes, lovable kids of SEAMS, and generous Christmas packages have been assembled for them.
Five o’clock soon came, and we were off to spend our last evening with the children at SEAMS. Two pots were boiling over an open wood fire in the courtyard as we arrived, and as usual we were greeted with friendly cries of anticipation and handshakes all around. The evening began with the arrival of Santa – a tall, slender Santa in traditional red, sporting a tall paper hat, a Santa mask, a cotton beard and – oh yes, a balloon staff. Who was that calling, “Ho, ho, ho….” And wishing one and all a happy Christmas? It was none other than our Aleatha, who remained in good spirits for an hour, sweltering behind the mask and all that cotton and uttering, “Ho-hos” from time to time. The children took turns singing with the volunteer carol chorus, then we all got up to dance, led first by Joelle and then by Wendy. Finally the children sat in rows and were called in turn by Sheeba to receive a package from Santa. “But don’t open it!” – torture, especially for the little ones. Soon the parcels were handed over for temporary safekeeping until the children leave for vacation.
A final farewell, then home for a brief rest before the next act.
While all this activity was taking place, our medical staff was off at the hospital doing what medical personal do. We shall have to check with Alana to hear details on that.
Exhaustion overtook Aleatha and Patrice at this point, so they decided to enjoy a hard earned rest while the rest of us trudged off to our dinner with the teachers. The dinner was held at the same restaurant at which we had eaten earlier in the week, and again the food was excellent. Stephen enjoyed his vanilla ice cream as we all did. We kept conversation flowing as we exchanged information about ourselves and our lives with the teachers. It was a good cross-cultural opportunity for both sides. We returned after nine and by ten it was dead quiet in our digs. Everyone is tired and mindful of our early rising hour tomorrow, but very eager to be under way in the morning.
Thought for the day:
If I am not for myself,
Who will be for me?
And if just for myself,
What am I?
And if not now, when? (also shared in Hebrew)
Hillel, Jewish Scholar, 11th(?) Century
Nina
December 22, 2007
REAL
I cheat. I do. We were told to write one inspirational quote – I have two. The first, I will keep you guessing at its meaning and for you to find your own:
“In all things – hope and wait.” Alexander Dumas/Count of Monte Christo
And the real quote: “Everyday there is a surprise for you in India.” Who said it?......of course our own Stephen Raja.
My first trip to India was wonderful in the sense of experiencing many beautiful and great things: The Amber Palace, Red Fort, Holy Ganges, and of course the Taj Mahal. Could any thing be quite so glorious? Surprisingly the answer is “yes” and it is found in the REAL – Real streets, real smells, real people. It is a landscape unadorned with shiny western trappings. It is a place set apart from our world – knowing that this is someone else’s REAL.
But I have found the REAL in this amazingly diverse and complimentary group of women volunteers:
Alana has a “glorious” day when visiting the infirmary of elderly sisters – and seeing another’s talents and passions is so different from my own makes me realize once again - we need a team to make a real difference here.
Anne, dear Anne – has quiet endurance to take on a challenging situation when most others would not. The real is understanding each has a purpose even when headaches and health issues disguise the meaning temporarily – or perhaps the real meaning is perseverance.
My housemates, Michele and Patrice - real is their willingness to live “in the cave”, to paint and scrape (a less fun job than playing with the children…) and willingness to wait up for their lost roommate and even fetch her and escort her home safely.
Wendy is the Real Yoga’s version of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan in the eyes of a young boy. In a cramped, confined hall she is the answer to playground mischief, running on an open, grassy ball field, and honoring the body, mind, spirit connection.
Nina, my senior teacher mentor, is a font of knowledge and knows great teaching techniques. I can only begin to imagine what a fantastic teacher she was in her classroom days. She has given us tools and ideas in order to help us with the children. The saying is true: “Once a teacher – always a teacher” applies here. It is clear this is her Real calling.
Aleatha – you are my new role model. Really. About the time I am all pooped out there is Aleatha maneuvering the floor for yet another game, and game too for paper-macheing a crèche with the words, “What can I do to help?” To choose India instead of isolation in sorrow, to navigate crowded Chennai when well worn joints might scream, “Let me stop and rest;” to be a most memorable Santa, to serve with compassion, because this is how she spent her life with Swede and give witness to their Real love is truly admirable.
Brother Stephen, sister Sheeba, young enough to be my children, yet old enough to be wise in guidance are looked upon like mom and pop to our group. It is relative. Real is relative.
Hot is hot. And hot is not. (Sorry Dr. Suess is in my head, I wonder why?) It is knowing our slow dripping shower is better than having to lug water each day from the corner well. It is seeing a good deed done through the kindness of American friends is but a drop in the bucket when compared to the dedication of the Pastor who has parented over 400 children. And, it is knowing that our 2 and 3 weeks of service is but a start when you think of the long term commitment made by Sheeba and Stephen to the education, care, compassion and well-being of these children we’ve grown to love. It is all relative.
For myself, Real is found in small things. The best tangerine I’ve ever eaten, holding a child until sleep comes, making Christmas with beads, glitter and a humble assortment of art supplies, but most of all, seeing a surprisingly wonderful sight. No, this time not the Taj – but a smile forcing through, creeping across, no longer contain on Augustine’s little face. Well, it simply makes my heart melt.
Darn – was that a pool of urine I just walked through in my stocking feet. Yep, this too is REAL.
Joelle
December 23, 2007
“The world is like a book – if you have not traveled you have read only one page.”
How lucky we are to have an opportunity to take a weekend to experience the sights and sounds of a fascinating part of India.
Today we had a very different type of breakfast – we broke away from our traditional Indian breakfast and had some white and brown toast – French style. An enjoyable change for us all but I did miss the white rice!! What a beautiful, tranquil place – beautiful surroundings at Residence Shalimar. The rooms were of beautiful décor – old wood and beautiful fabric – and dare I say – warm water for a shower!
Now it was time to be off as our trusted leader Stephen signaled to start another fascinating day in our exploration of India. We did so miss Alana as she was not feeling well, but was comforted in the fact she was resting so she could enjoy the rest of the day with us.
So many different sights (I was trying to take notes!) through rural villages to a fascinating meditation Auroville area of tranquil peace. Red soil, which I rarely see, and quietness, which is not typical of fast-paced India were encountered.
After some time shopping with some glorious purchases made (Wendy – that outfit is beautiful!) it was back to the hotel to pick-up Alana.
We were all very happy to see she was feeling better as we took off on our afternoon venture.
What a wonderful peaceful drive with snacks and singing. After lunch at Mamallapuram we took several tours to see fascinating rock carvings while some of us tried the climb around the monkey rock statue (a bit of a dicey trek). Certainly these ventures are popular leisure activities for he Indian people, as I almost got lost once or twice among crowds!
But certainly a highlight was seeing the Bay of Bengal with the strong waves and dynamic shoreline. It was wonderful to see so many people enjoying the first few days of their holiday.
Now it was back to the bus. As Alana and I found ourselves on our own among the throngs of people, Alana had the idea of standing under a light – we were sure to be seen and she was right. There was Stephen with the group. Thanks Alana – I will remember that trick in the future.
As we all safely loaded the bus, it was back to the guest house. There is not a sound to be heard here. It is 9p.m. and the weary travelers are all in bed – having experienced such a fascinating day. We all have Stephen to thank so much for that. We are all so lucky to have Stephen as our country manager!
“Hatred can be overcome only by love.” - Mohandas Gandhi
Anne
Monday, December 24, 2007 - Christmas Eve
Today started out feeling more like a Monday than Christmas Eve. After such a lovely weekend gallivanting around India, paddling in the strong surf of the Bay of Bengal and a climb up a horribly high tower at Mamallapuram, we had to come back to earth and go to work. Monday morning blues, however vanished at the greeting at Assisi Illam – squeals of delight and broad smiles welcomed Joelle, Aleatha and Anne, and Ravi, Giri, and Ajiesh seemed genuinely please to see the painting crew; myself, Michelle and Patrice. In fact, I detected a hint of pride as they showed us the room they’d completed in our absence – after all, we knew what a state it was in before and our admiration of their workmanship seemed to carry the weight of one professional to another. I spent an hour working with the older group of children, out of school for the holiday, feeling inadequate and such a greenhorn, though they didn’t seem to mind and were, as always eager, lively an open-hearted.
Once back home our Monday began feeling more like a holiday as it sunk in that we were done for the day and oodles of free time stretched before us. Everyone disappeared into their favorite activities – reading in peace up in the treetops on the roof, walking the neighborhood, diving into the “300 min” Internet café or visiting the amazing seamstress who makes chudidahs.
Then we all gathered for supper. Stephen gave us his long-awaited history lesson on the caste system – an ancient sociological structure that has degenerated into a form of inherited discrimination and bigotry, the very banning of which has served to perpetrate it. We were spell bound by his erudite lecture; the comprehensive overview with just the right amount of detail to understand its roots and evolution. Imagine parents keeping their children home from school when they discovered the government had employed untouchable to cook the children’s food. He told us how it was, how it is, and why, how it affects people, what it means for Muslims, Hindus, Christians, and how key education is in all this mess of religion and politics. We were deeply moved and I know I speak for all of us, I know we all hope that our work here, our presence, does in some way promote tolerance, peace and love and dissolve barriers to that. Today a little 3-year old kept touching my arm, feeling my skin. Hopefully he’ll now not find me so foreign and know we’re the same, two people, the same.
Patrice asked us to share any happy holiday memories and we heard about touching childhood moments. Some of the group valiantly went to midnight mass while others cherished extra reading time and quiet - both beautiful ways to pass the eve into Christmas.
“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” - Mother Teresa
Wendy
December 25, 2007 – Christmas
As we step outside on Christmas Day we see more time and color have been given to the drawings in front of each house. There is peace in the weather and in our hearts. This is a day to be treasured for the sense of tranquility it brings.
We start out together, reluctantly leaving Alana behind to rest her body. As we visit each site we feel the pride or our teammates in what they have accomplished. We find two lovely tables set for us along the way and a variety of creative crèches like we have never seen before. Sisters give us a tour of their rooms. We sing to the three at the hospital who have so touched Alana’s life and now ours.
Aleatha is serenaded twice with Happy Birthday – feeling it has now been well celebrated and she needs no more. Then she is overwhelmed with the gift of the shawl as the sisters at the hospital place it around her shoulders. Flowers and a beautiful scarf are shared with all of us. We wish a safe trip to the three from the U.S. who start home tomorrow.
We close the day with a pizza supper and sharing of thoughts. Each Christmas in our futures will reflect a piece of India that we’ve shared today.
This quotation is from a wall in our site tour today:
“Faith
Sees the invisible
Believes in the incredible
Retrieves the impossible.”
Aleatha
December 26, 2007 – The day after Christmas
As we start our day we are reminded of the team goals and objectives. Agreement is reached that we are doing well overall (a short, swift discussion).
We went back to our regular routine today after celebrating the joys of Christmas yesterday.
The children at Assisi Illam are as playful and joyful as ever but it seems that Christmas has enlightened their spirit with happiness – how wonderful to see!
As all reach the guesthouse after our work, it does not take much time before everyone is off again doing their various activities – either the tailor, or Internet, or perhaps reading before getting ready to go to Stephen’s parents for dinner.
Watching the children at Assisi Illam enjoy themselves after Christmas with simple pleasures makes us remember the true meaning of Christmas --- simple pleasures, happiness of spirit.
“We treasure what we learn from local people.”
Global Volunteers – Volunteer Manual Guiding Principle #10.
Anne
Addendum:
As Anne stayed home to treat a headache, the rest of the team got ready to go to Stephen’s parents house for a much-anticipated dinner. The ride over would have been uneventful if the mosquitoes hadn’t decided to have their own feast with Joelle as the main course. She arrived much bitten but unbowed.
We were greeted warmly by the entire family but Stephen’s mother made everyone feel like the prodigal child returned. We looked at the wedding albums for Stephen and Sheeba and Stephen and Rebecca. Clearly joyous occasions and fun to hear about how the matches came to be.
Dinner was a sumptuous feast with too many courses to count; vegetables, rice, potatoes, fish, chicken, 3 kinds of bread, rice pudding and fruit. The dinner conversation was lively and informative with many pauses for photo ops.
Just when we looked to a quieter time the local girls performed an energetic dance to entertain us; their efforts were so effective that Joelle and Wendy joined in.
Among the family and volunteers were a host of children who came to join the fun. The whole neighborhood rang with music and laughter. After the dancing there was beautiful cake for everyone then off to visit family and friends in the neighborhood. We went to Stephen’s aunt’s house, Sheeba’s sister’s house (where we met Sheeba’s father and siblings and in-laws) and to Rani’s house (our excellent cook).
As we said goodbye and headed home everyone was tired but filled with the milk of human kindness. If the world could learn to welcome its entire people with the love we encountered tonight, surely PEACE would reign for all humankind –
Alana
December 27, 2007
The day started with a team discussion as to the evening’s activities. Several options were available but once we determined that attending a traditional dance program was possible Friday evening, the decision was unanimous for shopping. Everyone agreed to be ready to leave by 3:30 and we all headed out for our days activities.
Nina’s class has dropped to 7 members but what is lacking in numbers by all reports is more than made up by enthusiasm.
Wendy, Michele and Patrice report the painting at St. Joseph’s is progressing nicely although Wendy is becoming quite a hit as a teacher thanks to the support of her more experienced team mates.
Anne, Aleatha and Joelle continue to delight and be delighted by the children at Assisi Illam.
And, at St. Thomas the post Christmas rush for outpatient services are keeping sisters/doctors Rosalee and Rexline busy covering for the rest of the medical staff who are on vacation. So, Alana became a Global Go-For. A mundane but much needed service due to the staff shortage.
At 3:30 Stephen and Stephen were ready and waiting for the shopping expedition to begin. The ladies were almost on time, and we were off – first stop was the Central Cottage Industries Emporium where everyone found some treasures although Aleatha and Joelle were the quantity queens hands down.
After the usual invigorating dash through traffic our trusty drivers delivered us to Saravannah then disappeared to await the summons to pick us up. By 6:30 we had taken in two additional shops and the majority were ready to call it a day. Wendy and Patrice showed us what real shoppers are made of and stayed behind with Stephen for “one more store”.
By 8:00p.m. we were all safely back at the guesthouse having dinner and discussing our purchases. Rumor has it that Aleatha and Joelle want a return go at the Emporium. Bed will do for me.
“I know God will never give me more than I can handle but sometimes I wish He wouldn’t trust me so much.” - Mother Teresa
Alana
December 28, 2007
Today started on a rather somber note for several reasons. First reason Anne is leaving us tonight to fly back to Toronto. We all hate to say goodbye to her but I’m glad that she can go home and eat something besides rice.
Second reason it is Wendy’s last day at St. Joseph’s. Three painter wallahs will now be one and two. Alana is also leaving us tomorrow night so more goodbyes will have to be said. I hope she really enjoys her Italian beef sandwich when she hits the ground in Chicago.
The third reason is we learned of the assassination of Benazir Bhutto in Pakistan – such a waste. A breakfast of delicious idlis helped cheer us up though.
After discussing the situation we all went to our respective places of employment. Wendy got a lovely letter from the Sisters thanking her and we met some very nice women from the states at lunch. We arrived back home to clean up and head for some classical dancing in downtown Chennai. The dancing was impressive as were the musician and singers. Now, home for dinner as we said goodbye to Anne, which is always bittersweet. Stephen purchased ice cream, which everyone heartily appreciated.
We made plans for the following day and were off to bed.
Quote – “Jumping for joy is the best exercise.” Anonymous
Michele
December 29, 2007
We had a long and interesting day which I’ll describe in some detail, but first—as I apply yet another coat of repellent – a short rant about mosquitoes. The mosquitoes in Southern India are numerous, large, arrogant and boy, they really hurt when they bite. These aren’t ordinary wimpy U.S. mosquitoes, no indeed. A determined mosquito here can find the right place for a meal even if the human is protected by a shirt AND undergarments.
But on to happier thoughts (or at least less itchy ones).
Our wonderful leaders, Sheeba and Stephen, shared their wedding anniversary with our team. We were privileged to each offer a special blessing to our friends and to wish Sheeba and Stephen love, happiness, prosperity and children. They are a beautiful couple.
After breakfast we shifted from inspiration to more earthly matters as the team went off for shopping, museum going, painting or in Alan’s case just to the upstairs to spend two hours typing our journal.
Later in the day, we piled back in the van/rickshaw and traveled to Assisi Illam for a few hours of play, dance and feasting. The kids performed their little hearts out for us. We were only lacking Nina, but she wasn’t home slacking off. Nope; she was typing away, finishing the journal entries. Thank-you Nina!
Back at our guesthouse we had to say goodbye to two of our comrades Alana and Wendy. It is amazing how close our team became in just 2 weeks and how difficult it is to see anyone go. Being here in India together has been a blessing for us all.
Quote - Margaret Mead (paraphrased):
“Never doubt that a small group of dedicated individuals can make a change, indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”
Patrice
December 30, 2007 – Aleatha’s Birthday!
Aleath’s birthday has been celebrated many times and in many ways in the past week, and we truly hope that all these events have made it memorable. It’s certainly a unique way to celebrate the completion of 80 years. Aleatha, though, is young in thought and deed, spending 3 weeks working with kids and walking over potholes, riding in our bumpy limo and for sure, joining in our laughter and storytelling.
This morning, the absence of our friends Wendy, Anne and Alana was keenly felt. The table had shrunk! Nina taught Rani to make French toast and we all enjoyed the variation in our diet, though the “orange Magic” we all love was also on the table.
Our morning’s activity was a trip to the flower, fruit and vegetable markets. The flowers are truly amazing in their blazing colors, their astounding abundance and variety. People buy them by the basketfuls to celebrate family occasions. Often they are woven together by the stems.
The vendors, like all the Indians we have met so far, clamber to have their pictures taken. At a certain point we just say no, after saying yes so many times. It is as though putting themselves into a picture secures their place in the world.
The fruit is bountiful in its variety, and there are some curious examples both of fruits and vegetables that are unfamiliar to us. Open produce stalls can still be found in the U.S., but they are the exception. What do our Indian friends think to see our produce boxed and wrapped, sterile, odorless, and often without flavor?
The main house has been without power all day. The electrician came, went home for dinner and returned at 4:00. Aleatha and Nina watched, fascinated as he fiddled with loose wires which he finally strung on the light pole as Barnabas handed them up. The electrician stuck his pliers and wire cutters into the back of his shirt neck, climbed the pole bare feet, lashed a wooden stick onto the pole with a length of rope onto which to stand, tied himself to the pole and messed around with an incredible knot of curly, twisted wires for a couple minutes. Then he came halfway down, untied his footrest, came all the way down, and wrapped up stick and rope and stuck them on his bicycle rack. In a minute we had our electricity back!
This evening, the culminating even in the birthday story took place. Aleatha invited the Globals and Stephen’s family out for an elegant and delicious buffet dinner. It was a super meal, enjoyed by all. The final surprise was Aleatha’s birthday cake and presents! Stephen’s parent’s present was a gay dolphin sculpture that lights brightly and turns. Global’s present form the gals – was a framed picture of Aleatha at Assisi Illam surrounded by the children and with a child in her arms. There were other pictures too, and a card signed by everyone. Aleatha now proudly claims the title, “octogenarian.”
Thanksgiving Prayer of a Nonbeliever
Thank you for the gift of time – this one day.
Thank you for the gift of home – warmth, welcome, and food.
Thank you for the gift of family’s love and support.
Thank you for the gift of children and grandchildren.
Thank you for the gift of friendship.
Thank you for the gift of health.
Thank you for the gift of nature.
Thank you for the gift of art – of beauty created by man.
Thank you for the gift of intelligence.
Thank you for the gift of livelihood.
Thank you for the gift of peace.
Nina Salamon
December 31, 2007 – New Year’s Eve
Our work assignments stayed pretty much the same – and today we continued painting, teaching, and playing with the children. At Assisi Aleatha and I met many of their holiday guests and were very impressed by Father V. Ignatius. Perhaps on his next visit to Minnesota Joelle will meet with him again, as there is a Jesuit house in St. Paul. After work we made a trip to the Government Cottage Emporium for our third and final trip of shopping – we think?! Actually, several of the clerks think we will return yet again…
At dinner we sang a rather subdued version of Old Lang Syne…..missing our full team’s chorus….but still we will remember this and our new friends with our old friends, bringing a close to 2007.
Since I’ve come down with a cold I will share a piece I wrote earlier in the week:
HAND SANITIZER
“Does anyone have any hand sanitizer?” she asked.
“Yes, you bet – its here somewhere” came her response.
How many hands did we shake today? Home many undiapered babies did we cradle? How many times did we wish for hot running, soapy water – our answer to these is the same…….HAND SANITIZER.
But do you suppose the children in the homes we serve or the neighbors on Stephen’s block rush home to cleanse themselves after having touched the hands of westerners? Do they worry about what dreadful disease they might be stricken? Or do they go home and say – “I’m never going to wash this hand again – I touched a westerner!!”
I am struck by the fact that fear controls so much of our lives – while here it is less of a concern – it has to be – where simply walking to the market you are taking your life in your hands – daily; where refrigeration is an exception and not the norm, and at home I’d be scolded for washing dishes in anything less than hot and soapy.
I once heard it said there are only two authentic emotions – fear and love. Think about it. Peace is the result of loving relationships. Hate is the fear of the unknown. Joy is love uncontained. Anger is fear of losing control. Happiness is love that is shared. Sadness is the fear of loss. Try others and see if the connection cannot be made to fear and love.
So what is it then that moves us from fear to love? For this I do look to the Christ, who feared not to reach out and touch lepers. Why would he do this? Why would he touch the outcasts, diseased, disfigured? Why would it even matter, he might have reasoned? And still beyond reason he stretched from fear to miracle, to healing, to love. It is in that moment of decision where love overcame fear that the true miracle occurred. And what about the leper – fearing, too, their horrible disease might inflect another, worried of unworthiness, humbled enough to realize they needed help, and thus reached out a hand. The only way for these two hands to meet was through the smallness and largeness of true love: smallness, in that it is a quiet thing – largeness, because it is miraculously healing. Love conquers fear.
So is this how I am meant to serve? With love, not fear? And who am I meant to serve? The children back home? My family? My neighbors? The children of India?
Leo Tolstoy helps me out:
“Remember then there is only one important time, and that time is now. The most important one is always the one you are with. And the most important thing is to do good for the one who is standing by your side. For these are the answers to what is most important in the world. It is why we are here.”
So does this mean I will abandon the use of Hand Sanitizer for the rest of my stay in India….the hopeless idealist that I am (and I like it that way) says yes! But the true answer is “no” – I’m not stupid!
But it does mean the worries I had before coming are no longer present. Yes, it has been easy to phone home. No, I do not have snakes and rats to contend with…and the greatest fears of getting sick, head lice, scabies, stomach ache, a cold are gone - because if fear would keep me from holding babies it would be a real shame. Love has found its way into my arms. So bring on the hand sanitizer, bring on the babies! For now I will give my best to the children and do what little good for them I can. It is why I am here. It is why I love India. It is here where I will leave a huge part of my heart!
Joelle
January 1, 2008 – New Year’s Day
A day of new beginnings for all of us – but not quiet the way Joelle, Patrice and Michele had planned when they wakened early to a flood that necessitated a phone call to Stephen (canceling our plans to give him a chance to start the day later) and packing for a move to join Nina and Aleatha (who were delighted to have them, but sorry for the circumstances that necessitated the move.)
Off to our sites – Patrice and Michele with a new challenge – painting the kitchen. We could see their weariness in the afternoon.
Joelle and Aleatha enjoyed another day of visitors at Assisi – Sisters first, and then we heard the Doctor was coming. Actually two doctors, a married couple – so handsome and beautiful – her father and a sister. They bought new mats for the children and other items. Also the wife gave a lovely bouquet of yellow flowers to our Sisters Matilda and Rose. And of course, the usual cake was served.
Later whispering and secret maneuvers ensued with the passing a special card around for the evening’s big event. Nina looked stunning in her new chudidah finished in time for our last special evening together.
The meal was delightful. Stephen’s skill in ordering has given us the opportunity to try many new dishes – taking into account our different tastes and heat level of spices.
Joelle had a difficult time persuading Patrice to accompany her to the toilet to give Nina and Michele time to place the candle on the fudge. This resulted in many giggles and the other guests in the dining room seeing what fun we have. Laughter and stories continued in the van on the way home.
Quote for the day and thought for the year:
“If we all did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.” - Thomas Edison
Kollams in the neighborhood for the New Year – like a walking art gallery…..
Finally, as we leave Chennai - the children –
“Gone from our sight
But never our memories –
Gone from our touch
But never our hearts – “
Aleatha
January 2, 2008 – Our last journal entry (for those who left us early, you’ll have to ask Patrice and Michele what happened to “their” entry – I think I was set-up! – So, I hope this makes a satisfying conclusion for our weeks of Global Service.
As the work of the team comes to a close I am reminded of a song:
Step by step the longest march can be won – can be won,
Many Stones to form an arch, singly none – singly none –
And by union what we will, can be accomplished still,
Drops of water turn a mill, singly none – singly none –
(P.S. Nina – this can be sung as a round)
I am immensely grateful for this team in which I have been privileged to serve.
Anne – perhaps the most gentle of hearts – your leaving was bittersweet. I know it was hard for you to say “Good-bye” to the children at Assisi…..a pro with the flash cards and working with the little girls…..what you offered was your heart.
Wendy – The next to say good-bye is missed by the workers at St. Joseph – as well as the children. It seems you escaped from the dreadful kitchen clean-up just in the nick of time…..just ask Michele and Patrice for the details. You showed all the right moves in dance and yoga and through this lifted our spirits.
Alana – LOVE that red hair! It was the silhouette of your hair, returning from the beach that I knew I was no longer lost. You are a character – from that ear-piercing whistle to get our attention to knowing ALL the words to songs! It was so fun singing with you on our outings. Keep your lively spirit – and compassionate heart. I truly admire people who love their work as much as you love yours – thanks for that inspiration.
Nina – You are so much fun! I’m sorry I didn’t get to see the science experiments. You made it so fun to work with you! I like that you are straightforward and honest – you know your mind and you act with conviction. The compliments you give are appreciated because we know they are spoken with all honesty – so thank-you. It has meant so much.
Aleatha – My colleague at Assisi – I am so glad we were teamed together. What a life you have led. If I can only accomplish 1/10 of what you have accomplished in your life it would be a fulfilling life in deed. I love your commitment to “giving back” – and the example of how this must continue while there is energy to do so. I want to be just like you. What an amazing spirit!
Michele – You crack me up! I just love people who know how to turn a phrase, and can be sassy. And your laugh – I love how understated it is – you are so considerate of everyone – always ready to help…..always inquiring if someone is doing OK. You lady, are one cool chick! You live an interesting life – filled with books, and films and travel adventures – You have guts! Thank-you for your thoughtful ways.
Patrice – I’m going to miss you so much…. You are so supportive and are a person of deep feeling. You are so bright, clever and have such good instincts. I am blessed to know you. You provided the single best-uncontrolled laugh of the trip – which I shall never forget. Guess you had to be there to fully appreciate it….sorry more of you couldn’t fit in the bathroom – but what a birthday memory it made.
“I’ll be seeing you….” ----------- “If only in my dreams….” Get prepared – I am going to hug you!
Sheeba – You are to me like a sister I never had. I just can’t get enough of you! I loved our couple times alone together for “girl talk” – and our times when we ganged up on Stephen to give him a hard time. He’s a big boy – he can take it! I love how much fun the two of you have together and I am so glad that I got to be part of it. You do seem like my friends across town – not half-way round the world. I feel like saying,
“I’ll see you on Friday night,” – and there you will be. I am going to miss Sheeba’s “specialty” – laughter that shakes her shoulders – I will definitely need to see that another time!
Stephen….you are a “Prince among men” – no….Raja means “King” – so a “King among men”! I don’t know where you get so much energy to do all you do – to keep everything straight – to keep the team all happy by taking care of so many individual needs. And not once did I ever sense resentment, but instead pure generosity of heart and will. God knows I have so much to learn from you – and so much I already have. You are truly a good man through and through. My life is richer having known you.
And so team, this is my fond good-bye to each of you. By our union we have accomplished so much, where singly none…..singly none….
Good-bye then – But is it really good that we are having to part? Or are we recounting all the memories we share in the GOOD-bye….Are we speaking of all the “Good BUY” purchases made at the Government Emporium? Why is it “good” when it makes us so sad? I guess it goes back to fear of what we will lose – and you can only fear the loss of something you’ve truly loved.
Here is what I have loved:
Jasmine flowers in our hair, trying new foods, the crowded streets with so much to see – never boring, smiles on children’s faces, Santa at SEAMS, dancing on the patio at Stephen’s parents, Stephen’s mom, The dinner at their home, A Christmas Mass I’ll never forget and colder than the ones in Minnesota, Sr. Rose and Sr. Matilda, The Pastor at SEAMS, auto-rickshaw rides, THIS JOURNAL, All of you!, Telling stories – Goals achieved, generosity of all beyond compare, The children at Assisi and most especially my little buddy Augustine…..These I hold fondly in my heart.
So, I will say Good-bye to the mosquitoes the only thing here I am not going to miss!
*IT WAS A SUPER TEAM! THE END!
Joelle
*Reference to the “favorite” volunteer’s journal entry.
This Journal was written by:
Wendy Banks
Michele Butler
Anne Hardacre
Joelle Imholte
Alana Poage
Nina Salamon
Aleatha Scholer
Patrice Tardif
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