Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

the universal backbone

It's something I've always recognized and usually brought to the forefront during my years working with homeless families. Women are the backbone of society. I mean, we all know this on some level, if nothing else than to prove our own personal worthiness but it's worth stating.

We are the backbone of society.

I remember time and time again meeting women with children, women who were going hungry to feed their kids, women working three jobs to keep a roof, women huddled in cars doing their best to stay warm and keep their kids safe. But here, here in a place where comforts are less and work is harder and things don't magically appear from shelf to microwave to table, here it's a whole other sort of backbone. Backbone times two. Everyday life here is consists of a lower poverty level than any client I'd ever met in the States.

Many households here are headed by single mothers. The family structure is different, here folks will live with all sorts of extended family members in the home, be it grandma or nephew or sister but two parent households are not the norm. It's one of the great issues here, children growing up not knowing their fathers and women having to scramble even harder to make it all work. And work is tricky too, most of the work for women here consists of housekeeping or cooking for tourism which often means they travel far and are gone for days at a time. My good friend, a woman who has lived here her whole life has been doing this for a long time, she travels part of the week for work and leaves her children in the care of relatives and whenever she comes back she says the same thing while she shakes her head there's nothing like having a mother in the home and it's true; when her kids are on their own things get slippery, when she's home there is always a pot on the stove and the place comes alive.

But it's a wicked catch-22. Stay at home and cook and clean and parent or go out and find a way to earn money so you can cook and clean and parent. One difference here is the village picks up the slack, folks keep an eye on other peoples kids and collectively keep them in line but it's still not the same because there is nothing like having a mother in the home. In the States we pay for the opportunity to work, we juggle childcare and perhaps housecleaning and two parent households divide up responsibilities but here it's looser, there is no safety net and we look to our neighbors to see us through.

Education is one of the solutions, but here is school is expensive and folks can't afford to send all of their kids. Often once the kids finish primary school they are unable to go on to high school, that costs even more so less than half of the kids in this country are in school past the age of 13. The ones that are lucky enough to go work their tails off to get good grades and graduate and are then facing another conundrum, there simply isn't enough work to go around and my gringa novice observations tell me that even then the best jobs goes to the boys.

My village friend has had a dream for a long time, a dream that will allow her to be home and to make money. She has long wanted to open her own little restaurant out of her house, a place that offers good local food that she can cook out of her home. She's a terrific cook, she's shown me how to make all sorts of local dishes from fry jacks to salbutes, beans and rice. She longs for this and even though it's not a lot of money it's more than she can save while being responsible for a household of kids. I fantasize about this along with her and have even looked into micro lending, something that is hard to come by here unlike other places in the world but so far it's coming up zeros and it will continue, this wicked circle game full of women holding up the shoulders of the world until their knees give out from the weight of it all.

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day 28: rattle

It's almost as if everyone who has any sort of psychic/alternative plane/serious juju ability all have come to live in this one place. I've never before had conversations like the ones I'm having now, the ways people engage in the world, the vibrating energy levels. Everything here can be solved by a salve or a potion or a ritual or a tea or a touch or a shell or..

I find myself strangely open to all of this, these women I am meeting and their elder wisdom that comes from plants and animals and the moon. I notice myself bumbling around everywhere, at breakfast yesterday I was with two psychics who performed a rather elaborate ancestoral ritual before they would eat their food, something I noticed only moments after I started stuffing food in my mouth and then felt rather boring, not feeding anyone except myself. Or after, when I drove three miles down a dirt road and 1/4 mile on a track to stop at a light pole and walk down the stone steps into the jungle across a rickety footbridge with missing slats to climb back up a hill to a woman and her luscious veranda, only to have her throw her snow white hair back and laugh because she saw angels sliding off my fingers. I mused that perhaps I should be holding onto them instead of letting them go and she laughs again and reminds me it's free will, that one thing we all share. We sat on her veranda and then she gave me a massage, the sounds of the jungle all around us and more angels with sparkles this time flowing out of my head.

I don't know what to make of all of it but I notice my own awareness, the subtle shifts of consciousness when something feels good or something does not. The knowing who is on your porch before you see them with your eyes. The sense you must do that one thing and once you do you realize why. This place, I swear. This place is freaking me out and making me fall in love all at once. this place is hard and soft and dirty and alive and scary and safe. This place.

Oh, and I almost forgot. We got a puppy. Holy shit. She's magic too but also a pain in the ass. More about her later.

PS. Thank you everyone who asked for my address or asked me to email them. I've just had an offer today from someone to be the US receptacle of items so everyone won't have to ship things all the way down on their own and as soon as I know a bit more I'll let you know, this will save money on shipping and saving money matters, I know.


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day 17: universal languages

We took a taxi to the border yesterday and walked into Guatemala. Ever since my Canadian trip I've had a bit of trouble at borders. I guess I must look suspicious in every country lately because the Guatemalan border could not understand why I wanted to come and visit but patience generally wins out and across we go.

I'm travelling with a local friend from our village and her soon to be daughter in law, a young girl who's having a baby and in need of maternity dresses which are expensive and hard to find here. The girl speaks mostly Spanish and I speak mostly English so communication so far hasn't been easy but it's easy going enough and our mutual friend doesn't mind doing a bit of translating. So I'm quieter than usual, perusing the stalls in search of a hammock when we see the store with the dresses. I turn to her and her eyes light up and all of a sudden communication is not an issue, we are both picking up dresses and holding them up. She's laughing now and we together find a few she likes and she goes behind the makeshift curtain to try them on.

She comes out and she's beautiful in sundresses that will work till she has her baby and words don't matter now, we are finally speaking the same language, the one where women want to feel beautiful no matter the situation and no matter how hard life is or how different we are, in those moments we are just two girls on a shopping trip. Her shyness recedes in these moments and I love watching her, the simple joy of knowing you are able to get something you want in a way you can afford.

She makes her purchases and I find my hammock and we stop to eat papusas and two of us enjoy a cold beer. We are getting ready to go back home and as the quietness settles back in this time it's lovely, filled with satisfaction for a job well done. I'm still a bit nervous, you are reminded how little you belong somewhere when you realize that neither country is interested in your welfare and you have no rights in either and home is a place very far from here. But some of it is the stuff I make up in my head and from watching Midnight Express one to many times in my youth.

PS. Today I have the best internet connection I've had in weeks so am going to attempt to come visiting so don't be surprised if you see me pop up.


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it's this

Eve Ensler wrote a piece that wholly resonated with me and some of the other MOMocrats last week and I wanted to share it here too.

In part, she wrote: But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

And it made me want to cry. I encourage you to go read the rest and then please, feel free to come back over and discuss.





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contesting beauty

I am never a fan of competition based on appearance but there's something poignant about Miss Landmine 2008. A mixed bag of honoring the beauty of women and yet you know, it's still a contest where women are ranked by how they look. And the Candidates page made me cry.

Discuss.

this just in

have you seen ECR's latest post? Not only is it complete with her usual excellent writing and wit, but the comments are hilarious. I find myself returning again and again to see who else has added their .02.

Funny stuff, sister, funny stuff.