Español I was talking to two old friends during a recent visit to Mampuján when a horn honked down the street. Ana Felicia sat up with a start, yelled something about her garbage and ran out the door, leaving me confused. During my two years in the community, the streets were full of garbage: candy
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The last few days have been a flurry of activity: packing, cleaning, finishing, last minute paperwork, handing out over fifty photos of my face, saying see you later, and eating rice. It has been full of the last time (at least for a long time) I will: Eat San Choco in Mamapujan Viejo Hang out
Living simply is a wonderful ideal. Confession: I have read More with Less and Simply in Season front to back like a novel. I love the idea of using less so that others may have a little more. There is so much beauty to be found in the small, simple pleasure of life. When we,
As I prepare to leave in just under a month (yikes!), I am trying to enjoy, or at least recognize, the frantic chaos, the moments of grace, and the just plain weird that encapsulate this community. Here are some examples: Frantic Chaos: Mampuján is generally in a state of chaos, but this week has been
(This video is about 4 years old, but still gives a good glimpse into why the community had to leave) I am doing a giant survey of families who want to return to Mampujan Viejo, the original site the community was displaced from 13 years ago. Here is a glimpse into some of their answers
Español Aqui! I woke-up on Sunday morning to a higher-than-normal feeling of activity and tension in the air. I popped my head around the corner into Juana’s house, and interrupted her cleaning frenzy to ask what was going on. “The MAPP OEA (Mission to Accompany the Peace Process of the Organization of the American States)
Excitement: Attending a meeting about people who want to return to Old Mampujan. Perhaps, just perhaps, now is the time! Frustration: I have an ambiguous role in this community and am never quite sure how I fit in or what I am supposed to be doing, or how. Accompaniment is a very fluid job description.
Español abajo The president of Colombia, Juan Manuel Santos, finally visited Mampuján last month. I unfortunately had another meeting elsewhere, so wasn’t able to attend, but from what I have gathered, it was a spectacular flurry of government self-congratulations. T-shirts were liberally distributed, thanking the government on the front, and on the back declaring boldly
“Reparation requires messianic hope. To hope, then, is to hope for the reparation of the irreparable. It is to hope for the present. The hope is for now…It is not a question of hoping to escape time, but of hoping for new time, for a new day and a new birth.” (Weakness of God, John
We have now been living in our communities for over a year. Yikes! For the Seed website, all of us have written and reflected on our time in our communities and what we have learnt. Here is my general introduction: Every moment is a life changing moment; every moment is a moment that has never
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