Five months and one day ago I celebrated my last day in the Bridge of Hope office in Peru. I danced and laughed and ate good food and reminisced about 10 months with those wonderful people. Today I sit in my room at Gordon-Conwell, done with finals and about to head back to Boise for Christmas break. Yet these are not two separate experiences. I think about Peru every single day. These people and experiences are part of the fabric of my life. They influence the way I think and the way that I relate to the world. Just yesterday I went to a short worship service where we ended the service by singing "It Is Well With My Soul." I was brought back to the post I wrote in November 2013 after a few difficult first months in Peru. God has worked in big ways since then. God was working in big ways even then. I see more and more clearly every day the amazing way in which He weaves the narratives of our life together.
I was asked this month to write a short article about Fair Trade for the PC(USA) YAV blog. It was just posted a couple days ago. You can read it at: http://www.pcusa.org/blogs/year-service/.
Thank you all for your continued support and prayer.
Feliz Navidad. Bendiciones en este Año Nuevo!
Peruvian Pursuits
Friday, December 12, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Evermore and evermore.
DESPEDIDAS
How do you say goodbye to someone you really may never see
again? How do you tell someone how much she meant to you in just a few short
minutes? How do you cap off a year, a year,
of life?
My last week in Lima I did what I could to answer those
questions. I went to several despedidas – goodbye parties – that were thrown
for me. These include lots of
delicious food, dancing, some World Cup game watching, a couple of small gifts,
and lots of mini speeches and story sharing. My whole extended host family
gathered together to have a large lunch and watch the World Cup final. Daniela
and Karín planned two surprises for me – a lunch out of award winning ceviche
and a surprise party with many of the artisans from Lima.
In Peru I experienced goodbyes that wanted to create one
last good memory. Yes, there was plenty of time spent reminiscing on the year,
but more than that, there was time spent enjoying the comfort and joy that was
achieved in the relationship. I liked that.
The whole family gathered for my despedida (and the World Cup final)! |
PARACAS RETREAT
For our final YAV retreat we went to a little beach town
about 4 hours south of Lima called Paracas. There we reflected over this whole
year and, in good Peruvian style, also spend lots of time just enjoying the
relationships that had formed between us. We had long dinners and good
conversations. We adventured to the Ballestas Islands where we saw penguins,
sea lions, and flocks on flocks on flocks of birds. We went on a dune buggy
ride and sand-boarded on the expansive sand dunes all around. We ate lots of
seafood and celebrated the life that was found so far from home.
The beautiful sandstone cliffs. |
The crew after sandboarding. |
JUNGLE ADVENTURES
Blake, Mary Kate, Spencer, and I all took off the day after
the retreat to do some final traveling around Peru. We wanted to see the place
and community where Spencer had been all year so we headed to the jungle! We
spent about half of the trip in or near Moyobamba and the other half in
Iquitos. We traveled as simply as possible and enjoyed the freedom that came
from not always have plans set in stone.
In Moyobamba we got to spend a lot of time with the people
Spencer spent the year with: we had dinner with Jenny’s parents, we went to a
Mistura food event that Spencer’s colleagues planned for his despedida, we
participated in a march against bull fighting with his coworkers, we stayed for
free in a beautiful home that houses students from extremely impoverished
families while they attend college, we hiked the tallest hill around in the
dark to see the sunrise, we swam in waterfalls and hitchhiked back to town, and
we attended a concert where Spencer starred as violinist.
Selfie in Chazuta. |
Sunset at the top of el Morro de Calzada. |
Waterfall #1. My skin hasn't seen sun in a while! |
We took a boat up the Huallaga River, which eventually
turned into the Amazon River right before arriving in Iquitos. We had to laugh
at the ridiculousness of the Peruvian time schedule as our boat left 31 hours
late. We also got woken up at 5:45 in the morning telling us to hurry and
gather our stuff because we were moving to another boat. Everybody on board
moved boats and then we sat in port until about 9pm that evening. Other than
that the trip went smoothly and we arrived earlier than we thought we would in
Iquitos.
While in Iquitos we did a three-day jungle tour. The first
day we took a boat for a few hours to get to the first campsite. Along the way
we saw pink and gray dolphins and stopped to let monkeys climb aboard the boat!
It was a beautiful sunny day – hot but pleasant with the breeze and shade
provided by the boat. We ate absolutely delicious food the whole trip starting
with a tamale and juanes on the boat. The only downside was the mosquitos! As
soon as the sun went down they were oppressive. You couldn’t swing your arms
without hitting several and they were biting straight through my jeans like
they weren’t there. But we went out on the water that first night to go look
for caimans (small alligators) and the mosquitos died down. The second and
third days we were based out of a small indigenous village and did some hikes
into the jungle. We found some creepy animals and learned all about medicinal
uses of plants. We swung on a Tarzan vine and learned how to make thatch roofs.
We concluded the adventure by swimming in the Amazon River itself and enjoying
a relaxing boat ride back.
Sunset over the Amazon River. |
Holding a caiman (baby alligator)! |
QUICK REFLECTION ON THE YEAR AS A WHOLE
Currently I am sitting in the Lima airport waiting for my
flight to leave this evening. It is a surreal feeling to be so close to coming
back. It’s been so long that I am quite sure I will feel uncomfortable in the
U.S. at least at first. I will throw my toilet paper in the trash and be blown
away by the fact that there are such things as drinking fountains and free
potable tap water.
I know that I do not have a full understanding yet of how I
have transformed and changed during this year, but I know that I have done so
in big ways. I am more comfortable in my own skin and more comfortable in quiet
and silence. I have learned to rely on God as my true and only source of
strength more than ever before. I have learned how to solve conflict in healthy
ways. I have learned self-discipline. I have learned thankfulness and
fearlessness. I have learned the power of accompaniment, a listening ear, and a
willing hand. I have seen incredible generosity and humility. I have seen the
power of family. I have seen
I just want to say thank you once again to each and every
one of you for your incredible support this year. I cannot wait to see the
actual skin on your faces and here the beautiful ring of your voices un-warbled
by cyberspace. Whether you helped me financially, supported me in prayer, or
simply read my blog here and there, I am indebted to you and blown away by the
amount of love I have felt from afar. Gracias. Gracias. Y gracias.
Of the Father's love
begotten
Ere the worlds began
to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the Source, the
Ending He,
Of the things that
are, that have been,
And that future years
shall see
Evermore and evermore.
Christ, to Thee, with
God the Father,
And, O Holy Ghost, to
Thee
Hymn and chant and
high thanksgiving
And unending praises
be,
Honor, glory, and
dominion,
And eternal victory
Evermore and evermore.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Harvest Will Fill The Barn
SETTLING IN…
The last few weeks in my life have been full of movement. As
I’ve mentioned, my host family has been talking about moving practically since
the day I walked in the door back in September. The last three months I have
been living out of a half-packed suitcase because I would be told, “This
weekend we’re moving.” And then we wouldn’t move. Then I would be told, “This weekend. It’s really going to
happen.” And then we wouldn’t move. Then I’d be told, “We paid for one more
month in this house, but we’re going to start moving stuff over to the new
place slowly and calmly.” And then we wouldn’t move anything. Long story short,
I came home one night and it was actually
happening! I packed up the rest of my stuff quickly and at 8:30pm we
started making trips over to the new house. We didn’t stop until 3:00am and
everybody had to work the next day. I just had to laugh. They were so proud of
themselves for supposedly packing so well and being so organized for this move
compared to others, but I was screaming internally at the disorder and chaotic
nature of it all. And almost three weeks later they still haven’t completely
finished. The kitchen stove, dining room table, and washing machine – all quite
essential items to a home – have not yet been moved.
I haven’t lived in one place for more than 9 months at a
time since I lived at home during high school. I thought I was going to break
that record this year, but we moved right at the 9-month mark. It was actually
a good test to see if I could fit everything in my suitcase (which I could!).
I’ve gotten settled here and am actually enjoying the new arrangement. The TV
is now in the living room instead of one of the bedrooms, so we have actually
spent a lot more family time together especially now that the World Cup is
happening. My true soccer fanaticism has come out, and I fit right in.
SOME SAD NEWS
Two weeks ago I was traveling with another group from the
PC(USA) that came to visit the Joining Hands Network and a few of the associate
organizations. I went with them to Huancayo. We left on Thursday morning early
and got back Saturday afternoon. On Wednesday night before I left, I came home
to a pretty visibly upset host mom. I sat down next to her and asked her what
was going on. She explained to me that her sister Violet, the one who had a
stroke about a year and a half ago, had a really bad day. She’s been on the
decline for the past few months, but I did not realize how bad it had gotten.
She lost a ton of weight, wasn’t really able to eat or keep down any
medication, had an infection that started in her kidneys and then spread to the
rest of her body, and now was having trouble even breathing. We sat and she
cried a little and talked in a roundabout way about the probability of her
sister passing away. The next day, on Thursday morning after I had already left
on my trip, Violet went to be with the Lord. They had the funeral the next day,
which I also missed, and a mass a week later, which I was able to attend.
The death really hit my host mom and the whole family hard.
They had been more or less expecting it, but it came so fast. They had all
thrown their time and energy and money and hope into Violet’s recovery and to
see that all come to an end was really difficult. Please be keeping them in
your prayers.
…AND WRAPPING UP
Here is a quick itinerary of what I have coming up! I have
three weeks left of work and living with my host family. They are really big
into doing goodbyes here, so I will get an official “despedida” from my host
family, office family, and YAV family at the end of these three weeks. Then we
have one last YAV retreat in Paracas where we will spend time reflecting on the
year as a whole and what it has meant in the trajectory of our lives. We also
get to do some fun stuff like dunebuggying and touring the Ballestas Islands!
After the retreat I will spend 2 ½ weeks traveling into the jungle with the
YAVs before flying back to the U.S. We will get to see where Spencer has spent
his year, take a boat up a tributary of the Amazon until we arrive at the
Amazon itself, and tour around Iquitos – the “heart of the jungle” – before flying
back to the U.S. on August 6th.
I feel at a good place of being ready to be done but also
knowing that it is going to be insanely hard to leave and say goodbye. It is so
strange to think that I am almost done. I am a year out of college now and
almost a YAV alumna!
I also just published my first Partnership Program update
that I will be writing monthly throughout my time at Gordon-Conwell. If you
want to check it out, here’s the link you need:
my.gordonconwell.edu/partnership/amiller5
A look over the valley in Chupaca. |
Beautiful blue skies! |
Sugarcane. |
A compost project - they can turn methane gas from decomposing cow manure into gas used with a normal gas stove! |
The tiniest and cutest kitten I've ever seen. |
“X” by Wendell Berry
Whatever is foreseen in joy
Must be lived out from day to day.
Vision held open in the dark
By our ten thousand days of work.
Harvest will fill the barn; for that
The hand must ache, the face must sweat.
And yet no leaf or grain is filled
By work of ours; the field is tilled
And left to grace. That we may reap,
Great work is done while we're asleep.
When we work well, a Sabbath mood
Rests on our day, and finds it good.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Cause to Celebrate
This month we celebrated two major holidays here in Peru:
Labor Day and Mother’s Day. Labor Day was on May 1st and meant a day
off work. For a long time my coworkers, Daniela and Karín, and I had been
talking about visiting EcoTruly Park just north of Lima, so we finally made up
our minds to go. I was under the impression this place was an ecological farm
where people lived off what they could grow on the land. It was that, but it
was also a religious center for the Hare Krishna religion that Daniela is a
part of. There was really beautiful architecture – tall adobe cone-shaped
buildings – and most of the buildings formed part of the central temple. It was
quite a surprise and an interesting experience to see first-hand the deities
and idols that they worship and to learn more about their beliefs. I have many
more thoughts on this topic if you want to talk more.
Mother’s Day I celebrated with my host mom and all of her
sisters. We spent the afternoon together and shared a big lunch. But exactly
one week later, I got to see my real mom in person! My family came to visit me
for 10 days, and we had all sorts of adventures on Lake Titicaca, at Machu
Picchu, and here in Lima. We had a dinner with (almost) all my YAV people and
lunch with my host family. It was wonderful for them to be able to see my
context and meet the people that have become so close over this past year. It
was sad to see them go, but it’s crazy to think that it really won’t be much
longer before I am back in the U.S. and will get to see them again.
Dad and I trying cuy (guinea pig) for the first time! |
The floating reed island of the Uros people that we visited. 6 families - 21 people - live there. |
The women on the island dressed as they dress every day. Look at that ancient musket that they actually use to hunt birds in the reeds! |
We got to take a short ride on their reed boat. |
On the island Amantaní where we stayed the night with a local family. |
The sunset from the highest point on Amantaní. |
On the island Taquile where they are famous for their textiles. The women weave and the men knit. |
Dad and I got roped into doing a dance with them. I'm a little lost. |
After our tour of Lake Titicaca we had some time to kill in Puno. We camped out at Black Coffee and played some cards for the afternoon. |
(Almost) to the top of Huayna Picchu. The very top was super crowded. |
A gorgeous sunny day at Machu Picchu! |
Although not a holiday, this month we also “celebrated” our
third YAV retreat. We went to a retreat center run by the cutest little nuns
just outside of Lima in a town called Chaclacayo. Besides the nuns, we had the
place to ourselves. It was a beautiful oasis of green grass and vegetation in
the middle of a desert. The theme of this retreat was finishing well. We spent
some time looking back on the year and reflecting on both big social justice
type issues and interpersonal issues that we don’t want to cast aside without
fully addressing. It was a great exercise that motivated me to continue
investing in relationships and my work here even as the year is drawing to a
close.
Spencer, Blake, Mary Kate, Abby, and Emma |
Right before the retreat, this quote was posted by a friend
on Facebook and the phrase “redemptive memory” kept coming to mind as I spent
time reflecting:
“How can we engage the present moment in a redemptive way?
How can we remember the past in a way that frees us to live – truly live –
right now? It starts with redemptive memory, which enables us to remember the
past differently – not as an ideal to which we would like to return or as a
regret we would like to reverse, but as one chapter in a larger redemptive
story we continue to live out in the present moment. God is in the past,
however ideal or horrible; he rules over the past and promises to use the past,
as it is, to work redemption. He makes all things serve his plan and fulfill is
redemptive purpose. There is no Golden Age to which we must return, no hellish
experience that consigns us to a lesser life. There is only God writing his
story, a story of redemption.” Jerry Sittser, A Grace Revealed
Monday, April 21, 2014
Let's talk about fashion...
PERU MODA
fashion: a popular trend,
esp. in styles of dress and ornament or manners of behavior; the production and
marketing of new styles of goods, esp. clothing and cosmetics
I never thought I’d be able to say in my life that I have
been to a fashion show, but I have. Peru Moda. I went with Daniela for work. It
really was like entering a different world. Along the abandoned coast just
minutes from my house, huge white tents were set up. We entered walking on red
carpet and were given an official-looking badge naming us as “Buyers.” We also
were given huge heavy-duty felt bags to store all of the pamphlets and business
cards we were handed and all the merchandise our nametags told us we were going
to buy. Once inside the tent the red carpet became gray, but I still nearly
forgot that right underneath was dry dirt. Inside the white tents there was
luxury and excess and wealth and fashion. Just outside and underneath there
were dirt and lawn maintenance staff and brown ocean foam and normality. I came
in wearing brown corduroy pants, my most stylish cotton shirt that I brought to
Peru, and Toms shoes. I saw around me tight, short dresses, stiletto heels, and
as much jewelry as tastefulness would allow.
We spent the first part of the day wandering from booth to
booth checking out the latest styles and designs. We found a potential client
and a couple potential artisan groups to add to Bridge of Hope. But at the end
of the day we went to watch a show of several jewelry collections on the
catwalk. It was freezing in the room because portable air conditioning units
were getting a run for their money. It was one of the few places I’ve been in
Lima that has air conditioning. There were five or six designers that had their
jewelry collections, their models, and their music selection. It was quite
exciting actually, although most of the collection consisted of totally
outrageous and not-for-daily-use items (anyone want a silver Roman-style
helmet?!)
I didn’t really know how to respond then and still don’t
really know now. Although there was a very small section of Fair Trade
companies (though all of them very large) and a small section where smaller
artisan groups could display their products, the majority of the people in
attendance and the majority of the producers come from large companies and
corporations. I couldn’t help but think that we were supporting by our
attendance this fashion ‘entity’ and all of these huge corporations that really
have made it much harder for our artisans, and other small organizations or
artisan groups, to market their goods. But at the same time, we do have a lot
to learn from them.
JUEVES SANTO & EASTER IN GENERAL
fashion: a manner of doing
something; in the style associated with a specified place or people
The Catholic Church, especially when it comes to holidays,
shapes much of the culture in Peru, at least in part. Although it is probably
true that in most places around the world, church attendance skyrockets on
Christmas and Easter, it is definitely true here for all of holy week. It is
tradition or the fashion, if you will, to attend a Palm Sunday mass,
participate in various activities during the week, “fast” on Friday by eating
tuna instead of another type of meat, and attend an Easter mass.
The mid-week activity that I participated in with my host
mom was on Jueves Santo (Holy Thursday), or Maundy Thursday as we would call
it. It is tradition to do a sort of pilgrimage and visit 7 churches that night.
To start the evening there was a longer mass where they did 12 foot-washings of
various people in the congregation. There was also a lot of singing, one of the
priests did a lot of throwing of the incense smoke at the congregation, they
gave communion, and there was a short biblical reflection. From there, a solid
group of about 100-150 people set off from the church to walk the circuit of
churches. The first mass started at 7:45pm and we finished the route at about
12:45am. In each church we went inside to see the altar with Christ’s body, in
the form of bread and wine, inside. The priest who came along would say a few
words and give time for prayer and reflection. Then we’d get up and continue
on. The whole time there was someone carrying a full-sized cross at the front
of the group. They would rotate people, but the idea of visiting 7 churches,
according to my host mom, is to remember the 7 falls that Jesus apparently had
as he walked to be crucified.
The evening wasn’t really a somber occasion as I was
expecting it to be. True, when we arrived at a church there was silence and time
for meditation, but the bulk of the time we spent walking. As we walked there
was a taxi that followed us with two huge megaphone speakers on top and a
wireless microphone sound system. The priest had the mic and led everyone in
children’s songs and occasionally in the repeating of the Lord’s Prayer and
other prayers to Mary. We quite literally were walking the streets of Lima,
blocking traffic, chanting: Give me a C. C!! Give me a R. R!! Give me an I. I!!
…. What does that spell?! CRISTO!! Cristo! Cristo! Cristo! Cristo! That had to
be one of the most ridiculous thing I have ever done in my life. Although I’m
not quite sure chanting “Cristo” in the streets is the best form of evangelism,
it was cool to see the number of people that this event attracted and to be a
part of a tradition that has been around for so long.
The sense of being a part of something so much bigger is
something that I have often lost in the Protestant church in the U.S. Yes, I
understand that there is the church universal. Yes, I know that there are Presbyterian churches around the globe. Yes, I know that the Protestants formed out of the
Reformation. Etc. etc. But the Catholic church is so much older! It is so interesting to think that an entire
culture, for the most part, decides not to eat meat on Fridays because of a
church tradition. Or to know that across the world in Catholic churches, they
hold to the same practices and liturgies and daily offices on the same days. I feel more aware of the greatness and vastness of the God we serve.
Ukrainian Easter egg decorating! |
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Artisan Gathering, Moving, and News!
ENCUENTRO DE ARTESANOS
On March 18th and 19th, Bridge of Hope
artisans from across Peru came to Lima to celebrate the International Day of
the Artisan and to participate in the 10th Annual Artisan Gathering.
It was a fun time of collaboration, community, celebration, and recommitment.
We started both mornings with a short theological reflection
that I gave, first on the importance of teamwork and working together as a
whole body (1 Cor. 12:14-25) – whether that be in the family, community,
particular artisan group, or Bridge of Hope – and second on the value of
artisan work and it’s place in society (Jer. 18:1-6). From there we spent time
reflecting over the past years struggles and successes. It was a time of
honesty and encouragement. Another important part was the time we spent making
goals for this coming year. Each put their “signature” – their handprint – on a
document to show their commitment to growth and solidarity moving forward.
In the afternoons we did the celebrating! We had a small
“fashion show” where the artisans showed off some new products for Spring 2014.
We visited Lima’s famous Parque de las Aguas that is full of gorgeous and
massive fountains and reveled at the water “art.” And finally, we visited an
exhibit on the history of Peruvian art in the National Museum. The artisans
were fascinated by the way their different trades have developed over the years
and were excited to be a part of a tradition that has lasted thousands of
years.
Giving a theological reflection. |
The artisans at Parque de las Aguas. |
Dionisia putting her handprint signature. |
Victor showing off a new scarf and hat. |
Claudia and her daughter, Mayte, who's sporting a new hat. |
WE’RE MOVING AFTER ALL
I just got word last week that the house my family is living
in has finally sold. I was kind of hoping we’d continue living there
indefinitely as the house was on the market but no such luck. The current word
is that we have 20 days to move out, but they are talking to the real estate
agent today to see if they can stay for another two months while they look for
a house. It is now a reality, though. I will be moving before my time in Peru
is over. Please be praying for the whole situation, though. The price of houses
and apartments has skyrocketed over the last few years, and it is going to be
difficult to find something affordable in the areas where they want to live
that are close to work, family, and friends.
I’M GOING TO SEMINARY
Other big news: I am going to seminary in the fall! I will
be attending Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary starting in September, which
is just a little bit to the NE of Boston and only a few miles from the ocean.
What an adventure! I was offered the Partnership Program scholarship, which is
a full-tuition matching scholarship. I am raising support again to fund about
half of my seminary education. If you would like more information or to support
me in some way (financially or in prayer), please let me know.
STORIES FROM YAVs
Jenny and Jed have been visiting the United States during
the month of March, and one of the things they are doing is visiting churches
and sharing about the YAV program to raise support. They put together this
video of us each telling a story about our time here so far. It’s really well
done, so check it out:
READING
This past week I have been devouring The Genesee Diary by Henri Nouwen. It is a really insightful
account of his 7-month stay in a Trappist monastery and has offered much
encouragement to me. Here are a couple quotes that are from very different
periods of his time in the monastery but go well together:
“It requires a great act of faith to accept the love that is
offered to us and to live, not with suspicion and distrust, but with the inner
conviction that we are worth being loved. This is the great adventure… to
really believe that God loves you, to really give yourself to God in trust,
even while you are aware of your sinfulness, weaknesses, and miseries” (140).
“When we have found our own uniqueness in the love of God
and have been able to affirm that indeed we are lovable since it is God’s love
that dwells in us, then we can reach out to others in whom we discover a new
and unique manifestation of the same love and enter into an intimate communion
with them” (68).
Monday, March 10, 2014
I've hardly been in Lima recently...
VISIT FROM WOMEN OF HUDSON RIVER PRESBYTERY (NEW YORK)
I spent a week and a half traveling around with six
wonderful women in the middle of February. We also had the pleasure of
welcoming two men, who were visiting from St. Louis to attend the annual
Joining Hands Network Assembly, from time to time as well. We basically had the
same itinerary as what we as YAVs did during our orientation here in Peru, and
it was fun to visit some of the same places and people that I hadn’t seen in
months. I did make a quick detour when we went to La Oroya and Huancayo to
visit our artisan groups there, so that allowed to me to get to know that area
better, but other than that I was there to help translate, offer a different
perspective, and provide some calmness when things got stressful or a little
overwhelming. These women (plus me!) represented every decade of life from a
20-something all the way to an 80-something year old. It meant we had quite
differing perspectives, but I was impressed with the sincerity and commitment
they brought to each interaction. We had many conversations about the
overwhelming nature of many of the problems we can see in Peru and how/if they
could make a difference when they return. I am excited to see how they continue
to be involved with the work we are doing here in Peru!
Wanda, Norma, Susan, Joy, La Sheila, Lori, and Me (in order of age)! |
YAV RETREAT 2
The last week in February we took off from Lima in a Cruz
del Sur bus to head 20 hours up the desert-y coast of Peru to a private house
right on the beach. There we spent the week enjoying the warm and
oh-so-beautiful beach, soaking up some rays, eating and cooking delicious food,
and playing Frisbee practically nonstop. It was a glorious time of relaxation
and community and worship.
We spent the mornings having a time of worship, Bible
study, and reflection together. The passage we focused on was Micah 6:8 – “What
does the Lord require of you but to seek justice, love kindness, and walk
humbly with our God.” It was good to look back on these past months and
evaluate how my life has or has not reflected those principles and also to
think ahead to how I can re-center and recommit, especially in this time of
Lent as I look back and remember who my God is and all that he has done for me.
The rest of the day we would spend laughing, eating, sharing, playing,
swimming, singing, and tossing the ‘bee.
Mary Kate, Blake, Me, Spencer, Emma |
Our house and beach furniture. |
Beautiful days on the beach! |
We had a pool and hammocks as well. |
Travel to and from the house was in moto-taxis. |
A night out in Mancora. |
Bonfire and songs on the beach. |
ARTISANS
I have now finished visiting all of the artisans. Of all the
things I have done so far this year, these visits have definitely landed at the
top of the charts. It was fun to adventure around to new places and see where
each of them lived and worked. They each have such a different reality, each
challenging in its own way. I loved hearing their stories. I loved making them
laugh or smile. I loved making them feel uncomfortable as I pulled out my
camera and captured them on film.
It was encouraging to hear the stories of success, and the
ways in which their participation in Fair Trade has positively affected their
lives and the lives of their family. Each one had one of these stories of
success and growth. But each also had stories of struggles and failures and
difficulties, both presently and in the past. There are stories of economic
insecurity, of constant battle against a chauvinistic culture, and of lack of
running water in the home. What amazed me was the hope that they all showed.
One question I asked every group was what their vision or goals were for the
next five years. Almost without fail, they replied that they wanted to get more
orders and find more customers. That was more or less the response that I was expecting
to hear. But what they said next was what really made an impression on me. They want
more orders and more customers not primarily so they can have more money for
themselves and their families, but rather so they can employ their neighbors.
They want their neighbors to know and experience what it is to be a part of a
team, to have a voice, to have a vision, to dream again. Bridge of Hope
provides so much more than just an income for these artisans; it provides a new
way of life. A way of life that is fair and just. One in which the women stand
up for themselves and begin to share equally with their husbands. One in which
they can say proudly that they are sending their children through college
because the children were able to stick to their studies and graduate high
school. One in which they value the work that they do.
The website is now done and just needs to be published. Check back in a week or two to see the new design! www.fairtradeperu.com/en
I also put together a short video to allow the artisans to
introduce themselves. As you will see, they are awkward and funny and unique
and so loveable!
And now I leave you with this:
"We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself." --Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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