Monday, November 30, 2009
"Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine." Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, November 19, 2009
"Free the child's potential, and you will transform him into the world" Maria Montessori
One of my ultimate goals in life is to inspire and thus empower others in the same way so many people and experiences have inspired me. Sometimes we need inspiration more during certain times in our lives and can find it in the most obscure and unimaginable places. Inspiration may come from poetic words that touch us so personally and become motivating or from observing others and situations that bring an awakening from a hellish state of unconsciousness and invokes true emotion.
While traveling and living in Central America for two years, you almost become desensitized to the poverty around you and find excuses, such as drugs, for why the people may be homeless or begging for food and money. In many cases, drugs may be the case, but this is still no excuse to turn our backs and pretend these people and issues do not exist. At first the woman in rags holding a newborn baby and rattling her can for coins is such a shocking sight that profoundly impacts you and leaves your heart aching for days. But, as the months progress in a country where you can’t walk more than a mile with out seeing a begger and can’t sit down at for a meal outside without someone interrupting to beg for change. It begins to become an annoyance, no longer evoking such emotion but rather an obstacle that you just want to push your way through or step over. . .their presence becomes invisible. That may sound like an oxymoron, an invisible presence, but we impose this upon the poor, homeless and disabled. While we know these people exist, it becomes easier to ignore them, making them invisible while pushing out of “our world” of existence. Now, I don’t mean to generalize into a collective "we" because there are many people who feel affected by poverty, hunger, disabilities, etc., and do their part in acknowledging the issues and working to create change and helping these peoples. However, I'm bringing awareness to how easy it becomes to feel overwhelmed by the problems and throw our hands up in the air and how it is only natural to want to protect ourselves from being too emotionally affected and thus detach and invisble-fy (I know it’s not a word).
It seems that one can almost only have sympathy and compassion once he or she has had a similar experience or heard a personal story that has some element he or she can relate to. Maybe it’s as simple as relating to the begger in his fight to survive or the invisible factor: Have you never felt like nobody could see your potential or your true being, or like nobody could truly hear you? In the end though, it comes down to the truth that we are all human beings, sharing the same planet. . . all players in the same game of life. But, some of us have been dealt difficult cards and been given greater obstacles. It is those that are struggling and fighting that inspire me, snap me back into reality, forcing me to appreciate what I have, the opportunities available to me because of my health and a loving family that could provide for me.
There’s something about children that are especially inspirational to me. Perhaps it is their fragility and vulnerability that motivates me to want to be a protector or their sponginess that encourages me to want to teach so that they can absorb positivity and in turn grow to become happy and productive members of society. Children are the future. . .
"Children will not remember you for the material things you provided but for the feeling that you cherished them." ~Richard L. Evans
During a trip to Granada, Nicaragua, I was inspired by a little boy around 10 years old whose face I can picture as if I am still next to him and who I will never forget (even if Ofoto did delete any pictures I had of him). Despite all the negative perceptions of Nicaragua and its people, especially living in Costa Rica where the relationship between Nicaraguans and Costa Ricans is similar to that of North Americans and Mexicans, I found such beauty in that country. However, the situation of its people having gone through a turbulent history and living in a state of political instability is unfortunate .. .and, like, all societies, the peoples carry within them as an unconscious culture all of that history. While Costa Ricans complain Nicaraguans are taking their jobs (sound familiar?) and blame Nicaraguans for most crimes and violence (sound familiar?), without generalizing, they are trying to improve the quality of life for them and their families. Many go, leaving families behind, in order to have work and send what little money they earn back home with the hopes they can provide for their family and eventually be reunited. However, they are ostrasized and abused, taken advantage of and victimized mostly due to society's ignorance and stereotypes. I find such disgusting and dangerous racism intolerable and sympathize with people who don't have access to basic human rights and are treated so poorly or "forgotten" about--the invisible. Something about this little Nicaraguan boy captivated me. He was selling small hand-painted and crafted wooden birds that whistle. He came up to me and my friends trying to sell us some, but we just smiled and politely said no. While walking through the streets of Granada, I saw him again playing and laughing with a group of his friends lounging between pillars on the porch of a stunning historical building. It was so endearing that the next time he approached us while we were eating along the plaza, I started conversation with him and planned to give him some money. While my friends went to shop in the market, I stayed behind to talk with this boy for what turned out to be a seemingly long time. We were talking about school and his favorite subjects and that he loved reading and math and computers. He told me that he wanted to give me a bird as a gift and didn't want money in return. With hesitation, I graciously accepted and continued to tell him that I wanted to give him a gift. I asked if I could buy him food or if he liked candy, but he kept saying no to all my offerings. I asked if he could have one gift, what would he want. His reply: a new notebook for school. In that moment, my heart went out to him and all the children who don't have access to basic resources and can't afford to buy school supplies, so basic as a notebook. I saw his eyes light up as he spoke about his love of school and of learning. It was so genuine and endearing. Mothers will often send their children to go beg as they stand behind to then immediately collect the change, even sacraficing the child's education. I wanted the money to go towards his notebook. In the end, I insisted that I was going to give him some money but made him promise that it was only to be used for himself. Almost three years later, I can still feel the impression this boy left on me almost as profoundly as it was just yesterday and only hope I could have inspired him as much as he did me.
"No one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy, the kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure." ~Emma Goldman
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends" - Martin Luther King Jr.
I value the friendships I've been lucky enough to have made and kept in life. I've learned good, true friends are hard to come by. While studying abroad in 2005, I met two girls during orientation with the brightest energy that I never could have imagined would later become such wonderful and supportive friends. After almost two years of not seeing each other, since I moved back to the States, we reunited over Halloween for a weekend of festivities, reminiscing and catching up. It brought back incredible times we shared in Costa Rica from spontaneous overnight weekday trips between classes just so we could go to our favorite Monday night spot amongst surfers in Playa Hermosa (4 hours from the city) to the disgustingly memorable hostels and condos we visited and lived in together across the coasts. With these girls, I shared some of my best times and have had their shoulder to lean on and ear to listen. They were part of a time that forever changed who I was, shaping me to become a better person who developed an understanding of what is important to me in this life.
Banana-Nut Monkey Bread
Recipe adapted from The Redhead
Makes 1 bread
4 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 cups milk
¼ cup sugar
¼ ounce active dry yeast
5½ cups all-purpose flour
1 tablespoon fine sea salt
2 large egg yolks, beaten
2 sticks (8 ounces) unsalted butter, melted, plus more for the pan
2 cups sugar
1 cup pure maple syrup
3 bananas, sliced
1 cup toasted chopped pecans
Zest and juice of one orange
1.Make the dough: In a small saucepan, melt the 4 tablespoons of butter. Add the milk and
sugar and place over low heat, stirring, until lukewarm (about 110°). Sprinkle the yeast over
the top and set aside until foamy, about 10 minutes.
2. Grease a large bowl with nonstick cooking spray. In another large bowl, whisk together the
flour and salt. Whisk the yolks into the milk mixture.
3. Stir the wet mixture into the dry mixture to make a wet, so) dough. Turn the dough out onto
a lightly floured surface and lightly knead until so) and elastic. Shape the dough into a ball
and place it into the greased bowl. Cover the bowl with a clean kitchen towel and let sit at
room temperature until doubled in size.
4. Make the filling: Preheat the oven to 400°. Butter a Bundt pan. In a large bowl, combine the
sugar, maple syrup, bananas, pecans and orange juice and zest with one-half of the melted
butter. Pour one-third of the filling into the bottom of the pan. Reserve the remainder.
5. Place the dough on a lightly floured surface and divide into 36 balls, rolling each ball gently
on the counter until smooth and seamless.
6.Arrange enough dough ba$s to form two circles around the bottom of the pan. Top with some
of the filling. Continue until you use up all the dough and filling, tucking the dough into the
holes left from the previous layer. Cover with a kitchen towel and let stand until risen to the
top of the pan, about 1 hour.
7. Pour the remaining melted butter over the top and bake for 15 minutes. Cover the pan loosely
with foil and bake for 20 minutes longer, until the interior of the bread registers 190°;
remove from the oven.
8. Let the bread cool in the pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a plate. Break into rolls or cut
into slices and serve.