The families left homeless by the mudslide are safely ensconced in a place that will work for now, and I've spent the money donated by friends in getting them shoes, some clothing, some work tools, and so on. We've had our every-six-weeks giveaway for the 15 mothers in our project, so I have no more work to do for that. And Feria has set in to San Pedro la Laguna all week and, I hear, next week. Therefore all my local friends are involved in things that have nothing to do with me (processions, for one)and I am feeling....a little at loose ends. My two closest gringa friends are out-of-country, I've already visited the two couples I know..... So this is one of the places you come to when you live in a country that is not your real home.
When I first got to know some of the local people I was very excited to think we could create good friendships across cultural and linguistic barriers. That feeling lasted for probably 9 months or so until we ran into some of those cultural things that separated us - language, for one. We speak spanish together, and have great conversations on sometimes deep personal topics. But when they are all together, and especially when they party together - like during Navidad and Feria - they speak Tz'utujil. So I am just left out, or they have to exert extra effort to translate for me. Both happen, but neither are completely comfortable; I notice I am not invited as often. And when there are local activities, like the traditional dancing, or a procession from the church - well I can watch, but I am not part of what is going on, and my very watching sets me apart. Reality sets in...on both sides, I suspect.
My dishes and my wash are done; I've swept the floor. So now I can read, I can write to friends at home (although the longer I live here the less energetic that becomes,) or I can blog - as I'm doing. I can meditate - and on a grey day like this one has become (after a week of heavy rain) that would feel good.
And I can practice living in the present moment even when the present moment is quiet and a little empty. Good practice.
And I can upload an image from last week's procession in San Juan la Laguna - the pueblo to the west. Which I did attend, with local friends.
1 comment:
Love what you said about learning to live in the present moment even when it's quiet and empty. Good stuff! It's important to remember even the down times shape us into what we are, and help us reach who we want to become.
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