Friday, September 26, 2008

An Abundance of Creativity


I have a tiny art workshop set up in a storage area in the back of our house. I am surrounded by cases of brownie and blueberry muffin mixes, with treasures of pecans and Trader Joe's olive oil. The consumables, luggage, and Christmas holiday ornaments share this space.

Amongst this abundance, I hope to keep my creative spirit well nourished. There are two windows for light, and a workbench that was made for me by my grandfather. It was originally a dresser and toy chest in my childhood, and has migrated to other family priorities. My young husband tried to dress it up in our early married years by stripping the paint...so we now have an exposed plywood top. It circumnavigated the globe with us, serving as the perfect diaper changing table for three kids, then a board game/supply repository, and finally a workshop bench for David.

It has come home to roost. Back to being mine, and dedicated to serving my needs and sense of play. I love the fact it's known me through all the phases of my life; gouged and banged, sturdy and honest. It inspires me to be the same.

How nice to walk out of the house, round the corner in the garden, into a secret courtyard where this little realm awaits me and my creativity.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Window on their World

(See slideshow at top right.)
My first two weeks in country found me on the road north, to Gulu area where the Lord's Resistance Army had been reeking havoc for over twenty years. Thirty thousand abductions to supply Cony's army with adult and child soldiers have fueled nightmares for years. People left their villages and farm lands to be concentrated together in community camps the government said it would protect. Except, the soldiers were often housed in the center of the village, leaving the raids to hit the villagers and protect the army instead. Children were sent walking every night to nearby Gulu to sleep on the street and anywhere there was shelter, because it was safer than remaining in the camps at night. These "night trains" returned in daylight to the huts in camps.

Gradually, the threat has receded in the last two years, but the tremendous job of rebuilding lives has just begun. How do you return to land you've left a generation ago? How do you welcome back and forgive neighbors who were forced to commit the acts that cost you family members? How do you give back humanity to those forced to do inhuman things?

A generation of being confined to camps and powerless without their traditional roles has left the men pretty focused on alcohol. The women have had to pull it all together, both to find food and funds for supplies and schooling fees for their children. There is tremendous heart and effort in a local cooperative of women's income generating projects. Each is led by a handful of women, who teach each other how to manage and produce products or services. A handful of retired civil servants are volunteering to guide them in this community development effort. But it is born of their own will to survive.

I traveled with Kampala resident Cory Harris and her daughter, both working on PhDs. The mom's degree is on "Extraordinary Ordinary Women" and she was connected to this local non profit group called WOUGNet (Women of Uganda Network). While the official USAID contingency met with local leaders, we were given our own private tour of these programs, visiting 12 different sites (forestry, fish farms, dairy produce, bakery...all on a nano scale). At each stop, women danced and sang and greeted us, complete with an explanation and tour of their project and a handout of what they are doing and what they need to achieve the next step. At end of the day, there was a huge festival and meal and entertainment to show hospitality for our visit.

Over 300 project sites affect 18,000 individuals in the northern Gulu area. This is real community development, by the community members themselves. They are below the radar screen of most NGOs and foreign assistance. But I don't think it gets any purer than this.
I've posted some mini slide shows to show some of the projects. It was a wonderful introduction to the bounce back of the human spirit and possibilities worth supporting.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Mental Math

5000 lbs of household effects + 5 days minus cardboard and boxes = one new house set up.
Now to make it a home.

Stuff. Defining our past and orienting the future. Less stuff than we normally take; certainly less than we live with under one roof in America. Interesting to see what we chose to launch us into this new world. The memories of other happy places; the functionality for a lifestyle filled with entertaining; and the creature comforts and creative aspirations. Funny to look at it and project how this chapter will interplay with the objects of history.

It's like arranging a doll house; anticipating guests/family who might come. Carving out a space for new friendships to be nurtured by. Learning to live with mementos that stimulate, but don't stab the heart at the reminder that the people involved are far away. I am a little sad, and daunted, to realize that the house may come together quickly, but the home can only be assembled one select piece at a time. It's going to be a big job.