As The Women Sew by Sue Gilmurray When the times are hard and the going’s tough, when you work all day and it’s not enough, when there is no bread, and the children cry, and the menfolk curse, and the women sigh, then the women sew, and their stitches speak of a spirit strong though
I’ve been looking over my blog and have realized that I have mentioned a lot of the big things that have gone on around here, but many of the little, ordinary details of daily life are sorely lacking. So, without further ado, here are some glimpses of daily life! 1. Food a. Roots and rice
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left.
I’m sad this week. Not for any sort of existential crisis or deep questionings of my place in this community, but because things didn’t work out they way we wanted them to in our most anticipated event of the year. Instead of bringing the community together, we seem to be further and further apart. As
A year ago, I lived in a mansion. It was beautiful. I spent my days attending and complaining about classes, studying networking and power games. I challenged the ideals of western philosophy just because I could. I learned how to dress for success and which fork to use for which course in order to impress
Here’s some photos from my vacation in January, of beautiful beaches, great friends, and amazing food. It was good to have that time, because I’ve just had a really hard week and a half. Work has been very slow- the community is so busy attending thousands of meetings about reparations and upcoming changes that there
It’s been awhile…. I had a wonderful vacation for a week of this month on the beach, which was much needed. I’ll post photos soon and update y’all on a little more of daily life, but for now, here’s an article I’m writing for the Seed website about a recent event in Mampujan… The journey
This has probably been the strangest and most un-December like December of my life. Combined with the heat and the fact that Mampuján doesn’t really celebrate the 25th, it feels like Christmas never really happened, yet I know from facebook status, phone calls, calendars and attempts to dance salsa in the streets that there really
Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame. -W.H. Auden
1. Cause A clear and precise cause is needed. In the case of Mampuján, there are no problems defining the need for government completion for promised reparations. Here’s a brief overview of the situation: Located in the Montes de Maria region of Colombia’s Bolivar department on the Caribbean coast, Mampuján has experienced the full force
Anna L. Vogt 