Little Things

It never ceases to amaze me how the simple, small things in life can give so much joy and pleasure. Like listening to the birds as I walk to work in the morning.
Watching the clouds change colour over the Olympic mountains at dusk.
The exhilaration of a good run.
Ripe blackberries by the side of the road.
Accidentally dropping a whole size or two over the summer (therefore being my proper size for the first time in ages).
Finishing a good book and starting another.
Feeling loved and included in community.
A picnic lunch on lunch break from work.
Reading a book in the peace of a beautiful garden.
An unexpected call from New Mexico.
Fresh vegetables.
I hope that I never get too busy or too caught up with life to stop and take time to enjoy the small things. Multiplied, these things are fairly substantial and have the ability to make or break a person’s day. Maybe I need to think about what little things I do that can add joy to someone’s life. Just thinking.

Regular Programming to be Resumed Soon

Until then, I offer you an article Matthew shared with me that speaks wonderfully to the experience of returning home after a worldview-challenging visit to a developing/Third World country. Even if you have never had this experience (and everyone should, in my opinion, have some sort of worldview-challenging experience that, in the very least, makes you sit up and think about how you live your live on a daily basis) it is an excellent read. If you have had such an experience, you will likely find yourself, as I did, nodding along with it as you read.

“‘When I was in Afghanistan…’ (Or How I Learned That Shopping Doesn’t Help)” by Ryan Schmidt

Send me to Antartica!

My friend Nanc and I first bonded 10 years ago biking through southern Albertan coulees. Since then we’ve kept in touch sporatically, most frequently when she would continually break into our house in Prince George (after we showed her where the spare key was hidden – first mistake!) to crash on days off while tree planting.

We’ve had this crazy dream to go to Antartica together when it was our last continent left, ideally before we turn 30. Well, we’re even on continents and we have the chance to go to Antartica for FREE! I just entered a competition and now we need your vote!

Go to this site: http://www.blogyourwaytoantarctica.com/blogs/view/417 and vote for us. You get one vote per email address and right now we need over 2000 votes to win so tell all your friends, family, and even random strangers!

Thanks!

Out of Africa

It turns out that getting yourself back onto a time zone is much easier to accomplish if you actually keep a regular schedule and get to bed on time. That was not to be as I was at a friend’s wedding reception last evening. However, it was wonderful to see so many people once again and catch up on the last few weeks. It was the same this morning at church. I have some wonderful friends here in Victoria.

The first question I get asked is one which I have been asked many times before. It is a hard question not because it asks something incredibly difficult or profound but because it is impossibly to answer in a short sentence: “How was your trip?”  How do you encapsulate a trip such as this in words? It is a similar struggle I faced after our Offshore trip around the Pacific for a year where we encountered many different people from many different cultures. We were confronted with different issues and needs that people experience on a daily basis and challenged in our Western lifestyle. It is a similar struggle I faced on arrival home from a life-changing six weeks in China as a part of a culture and language exchange where I was also challenged in our lifestyle and in the accepted norms of our culture.

In Kenya I saw first hand some of the corruption and disparity of wealth that seems to be all over in many African (and, indeed, many developing) countries.  Driving down the road and seeing the differences in how the majority of people live versus how the wealthy live was, at times, disturbing. I struggled with being white because of the legacy white colonials have left in many developing countries; I hate receiving special treatment just because of my skin colour. I took issue with major irrigation projects designed to benefit a small number when thousands suffer because of drought.

These are all issues which are not unique to Kenya. In many ways, they are found in Canada as well. We just do a better job at hiding them. There is still corruption. Climate change and changing weather plans are things we have to deal with as well; lets face it, Western countries have not been leading the way as they should in dealing with these things as they do not seem to affect us as much. We have huge disparities in wealth in Canada, it is just easier to ignore if you live in the suburbs and drive into work each day without setting foot in amongst the really needy in our cities. I am as guilty as the next person in this.

Do I have ideas on how to change things? Not really. The problem seems so huge that I am still wrapping my head around it and wouldn’t really know where to start. For now, I will continue to live my life and to re-evaluate my lifestyle to minimize my negative impact on the world aroud me while considering how I can be of help to those around me.

Home

I’m back home. Flight out was fine. Amsterdam was fun. Flights (3) home from the Netherlands were fairly uneventful (though I ended up beside young kids for 2 out of three). Now it is onto getting myself on pacific time again before sailing next week. Pictures are in the process of being uploaded and will appear soon. I hope.