I´m sure you are all familiar with those email alerts or posts on your Facebook newsfeed from Syria, from Palestine, from Guatemala and even from Colombia calling on you to take action about some human rights crisis somewhere. I don’t know about you, but I often feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of crisis in
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Gift A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same man did
Español Dear Seeders, I am excited for you to arrive this afternoon and to experience all of the chaos, challenges and community these two years will bring you! I am nervous of seeing the Anna of two years ago in your enthusiasm, excitement and perhaps belief that you can change the world. I would love
IMPORTANT NOTE: This blog post is my lived experience and interpretation of the situation and not the official action alert nor the official position of Sembrandopaz or MCC. Political persecution sounds like something out of those political intrigue novels full of stock characters I used to devour in middle school. Life is an adventure and
Espanol Bogota is different. Instead of chickens and pigs roaming the streets as I walk to work, I avoid beautifully groomed dogs and their equally beautiful owners. Instead of stepping over ditches of grey water and greeting all of my neighbours by name, I try to be careful not to get run over by giant
Espanol aqui “Dignity is an internal state of peace that comes with the recognition and acceptance of the value and vulnerability of all living things.” –Donna Hicks I’m back in Colombia. Bogota to be precise. I had a wonderful summer vacation. I caught up with old friends, ate cheese, picked blueberries, read, laughed with family
As you may or may not be able to tell by looking over this blog, I tend to dwell in the realm of the intangible and the existential. I can write about what I learnt in the last two years about peace and justice and compassion with ease. But, when I face the challenge of
This is an ode, a eulogy if you will, to that tin can of glory, the Sembrandopaz van. Despite its unassuming appearance, with a royal blue paint job, a side door that I never really did figure out how to open, and the seats that appeared to be taken straight from the world’s most uncomfortable
I got lost in the forest yesterday on a walk. It wasn’t really a big deal, although I kept on snapping my fingers to keep away the bears. I know it was effective because I am still alive today. Taking advantage of the time and my handy mp3 player, I listened to CBC Radio’s Ideas
About twelve years ago, to counter the temptation to fall back into my highschool self, I invented a second personality, not so affectionately named Betsy. Betsy was on the mousy side- shy, soft-spoken, and gentle. She was an all-around nice person, but did have a bit of a stutter, especially when encountering new people. While
Anna L. Vogt 