A Poem for Impatience

A blurring of lines
As life redefines
On a journey
Throughout all
Uncertain

The love for what's here
Reacting to clear
Signs of discord
Pain behind
The curtain

Heart skipping beats
Energy depletes
Left in solitary
Cold rooms to
Think on

And as memories pass
Past eyes of glass
Two sides of one
Coin flipping
Thereon

Surrender to fates
Reopen the gates
To view how the
Path has now
Shifted

Hear whispers on air
Taking great care
As the first step
Is generously
Gifted

You're longing to race
So steady the pace
To the end of the
Journey to
See where

Breathe slow and stand still
Release the strong will
To know all before
Venturing
Out there

Patience, dear friend
We all reach the end
Drop the fighting
Life isn't a
Tourney

The answers seem clearer
From twenty steps nearer
The goal, but then
Where is your
Journey

Courage + Self-esteem = มั่นใจ

มั่นใจ (man-jai) literally translates to settled heart, and is the word for confidence here in Thailand. It's a quality that I hope to instill in my students not only when they speak English, but throughout all aspects of life.

When I came to Thailand, I knew about Thai Youth Theatre Project and was very much looking forward to being a part of it. Given that I spent most of my childhood in one of three places (home, school, or theatre) it seemed like a perfect fit. The gifts that my theatre upbringing gave me in regards to creativity and confidence I carry with me to this day and brought me out of my shy shell, helping me to see the world from many different perspectives.

I realized early on that my site wasn't going to be participating in TYT in the way that I had hoped.  Although people liked the idea of an English club that focused on performance, no one had the free time available to work alongside me, and this aspect of sustainability is required for Peace Corps Thailand projects. I was disappointed that my interested students wouldn't get the opportunity to experience all that TYT Festival had to offer, but was looking forward to helping make it happen for the other participating volunteers, counterparts, and students as a Committee Member.

Lesson plans, large group activities, performance schedules and stage managing were my main roles leading up to and at the festival. There were some bumps along the road that come along with most projects of this scale, but the team powered past them to focus on the goal at hand, bringing a great weekend of growth and fun for the participants. And so we did...

The students were put through a range of classes:

Mask Making

Singing

Dancing

Sword Fighting

Shaddow Puppetry

Thirteen participating schools put on fourteen performances in English:

Footloose

The Four Champa Trees

Romeo and Juliet

Pii Mak Phra Khanong 

The Watermelon Prince

And fun was had by all:

As the festival came to a close, I breathed in gratitude for being able to do what I truly love, at least in a small way, while serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Thailand. In truth, I haven't felt completely myself without theatre in my life this past year, and having this to add to my book of experiences here in Thailand has fueled me in a way that nothing else has. As I shared with my co-teacher about the experiences that the students and teachers had at the festival this year, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face. She said that she now saw what a great gift this could be to our students in order to help them find more joy and confidence in speaking English. It looks like we'll be starting meetings for our own TYT club when the new school year begins in a few months, and I'm thrilled by the prospect of sharing more of who I am with my community.

Random Acts of น้ำใจ

น้ำใจ (nahm-jai) literally translates to water-heart, and is the word for kindness here in Thailand. It's one of my favorite words because I think it speaks so well to the flow of love that acts of kindness allow for.

As January spun quickly into February and life back at site took on it's normal pace of hurry up and wait most days, I took it all in. My host family showing their joy for having me back after my trip home. The students testing me after two weeks away when homework wasn't expected of them. My body readjusting to the new heat that the tail-end of cold season that Northeastern Thailand welcomed me with. My heart heavy from the loss of my grandmother, but filled by the familiar and friendly experiences of my trip back to California. I rode wave after wave, knowing the tide would calm but feeling the undertow pulling at me.

With Valentine's Day just around the corner I focused on what I always do with an added tenacity that the undertow required. Love. I saw love in the random acts of kindness that surrounded me day in and day out. A fellow teacher bringing me juice to ease my stomach pains. My co-teacher offering a hug not because it was her way, but because she knew it was mine. My host with her myriad examples of loving support that she offered every day.

I taught a simple song about love to all of the students at school every morning for two weeks straight that they sung on my sunny walks home after school while riding past me on their bikes and motorcycles. The kids covered my shirts with heart-shaped stickers while saying, "I love you" on a regular basis. Finally, the time had come to make Valentine's Day Cards came as the big day approached.

I'm not one of those that is against this supposed "Hallmark Holiday" created by greeting card companies. I've read enough history turned legend to be tickled that we still keep what began as a Roman fertility fest as a celebration of love in today's world. Any holiday in which chocolate and flowers are traded and love is focused on is fine by me, so we dove in. In class we talked about what love meant and how there are different kinds of love for different people in our lives. Familial love, friendly love, romantic love, even love for those we don't know throughout the world. It was...lovely.

As I continued through this week, I started to feel more and more sick (the stomach issues were getting worse and I had a head cold to top it all off) so I ended up spending a lot of my time at my desk instead of around the campus. What amazed and overwhelmed me was how many of my students made it a point to come visit and show off their English speaking and songs. They came bearing stickers, cards, and roses. One dear student, who many teachers write off because she isn't particularly sharp, but who I make a lot of time for, came in every lunch period to learn English, practice new dialogues, and give me stickers. She brought a baby guinea pig in at the beginning of the week that I enjoyed playing with, and each consecutive day brought a new one in for me to pet and play with. This kindness is difficult to translate to words, but she gave what she had to make me happy and I did the same.

This flow of love through acts of kindness continues to inspire me and reminds me that even the smallest of gifts, like giving someone attention when they are starved for it, can say so much.

Grandma

She sat across the room

Hands that once made elaborate lace

Now shaking unceasingly

Her eyes looked out to me

Drawing me in with a grin that spoke secrets

Where her words were now failing

As she traveled from world to world

Reality to dream to delusion

So fluidly she must have felt like the water

Now dripping from the table where

Her unsteady hand had knocked it

My heart reached out to catch her

But like that water

Drip, drip, dripping

She trickled through

Would knowing I’d never hold her again

Have changed my mind?

Kept me tethered?

Held me back?

Did she realize the love I held?

The gratitude I felt?

The awe she inspired in me?

Just by being my…grandma

That word somehow too small to hold her entirety

She saw with an artist’s eye

Created with a mother’s hand

Heard with a musician’s ear

We accept these days as days that will come

We know we cannot be the deciders

Of where

Of when

Still, why did time not stop when her heart did?

How did I know before knowing?

How did my body feel before the telling?

Where do I go from here?

She and I shared more than I ever cared to admit

Temper, Stubbornness, Sarcasm

Laughing heartily, shouting loudly, singing harmoniously

And writing

How did I not realize what a gift she had?

What we truly shared in

Vision, form, rhythm, rhyme

Or the release of it all

At the appropriate time

She got me

I got her

And now…

I hear the faucet dripping and I’m reminded

Of the glass clinging to the edge of the table

That once touched my grandmother’s hand

I reach for the hand and find only the

Drip, drip, dripping of water

My hand shaking in the darkness

Heart trembling in the realization

Shifting from nightmare to delusion to reality

I see the path she walked before me

All the truths illuminated in our shared love

As I walk through her early years I see through

The windows of memories she drew the curtains

To peer in through

Flip through photos, letters, poems, still frames

Later on, I glance through doorways cracked

Hear her laughter through the walls

Smell her workroom in the scratchy bunny she sewed for me

I walk further still to sit in rooms of reminiscence

Listening to her stories, plucking out tunes by her side

Developing an ear and a heart for music with her guidance

On I go, watching her fall into her chair

Prop those once active legs up to rest and reflect

Work those puzzles until the hands and mind made it

Too much of a struggle

Further on and on, through talks I tried to block out

Her being ready, not wishing to be the last to go

Feeling pleased with all that she had in life

So with a deep breath I come back

To this moment in the dark

Reaching out for something that will never be external again

Inviting it all to

Live within

Homeward Bound

I hopped on a plane a year, to the day, that I arrived. Not quite realizing it until I looked at the passport stamps side by side, I took a deep sigh of relief, now trusting that the time I was taking away from site was truly right. That’s right, I look for signs, or I find signs, rather. I find them in the 42 that shows up repeatedly in my life somehow knowing that my father is supporting me. I find them in patterns of numbers that constantly show up from locker combinations throughout school, to identification numbers of my adulthood. So, as I sat, letting my monkey mind question myself  for leaving “selfishly” to be with family when my grandmother passed, I was given this wink.

I love order, organization, and dates that align, from anniversaries that coincide with first kisses on through to the rest. Great moments live on great days, and they welcome company, at least in my mind. This day of return was no different. I left as the shutdown of Bangkok began to return to the open arms of my dearest family and friends.

I planned to write about what has changed about me after being in Thailand a year, but the real story turned out to be what hadn’t changed. My deep love and admiration for my parents is as intact as ever. My devotion to my family is as strong as before. My joyful and meaningful connection to friends remains, no matter that a year has separated me from everyone I knew.

I didn’t see one person from my life before Peace Corps during my first year of service in Thailand, except through the use of technology. I left with a duffel bag over my shoulder, a backpack on my back, and dreams of positively impacting my new world while being impacted by it. I was ready to grow and explore.

Coming home, I was ready to know what I had missed so much in the previous year. My father’s arm over my shoulder, my mother’s hand in mine, spiritual delving with my closest of companions, my friends sharing laughter, my sister and I cracking poop jokes, my brother and I digging deep into conversation, and so much more. I was ready to walk the beaches, drive the freeways, hike the hills, and not have to ask for permission to do as I pleased. What simple freedoms I had missed.

The trip left room for reflection of my grandmother’s beautiful life, and all the lives she touched along the way. Room for reconnecting with old friends and relatives that I’d lost touch with. Room for processing a year of service in a foreign land from a distance. I saw the impacts I had made as I shared stories of challenges and growth that I hadn’t allowed myself time to appreciate. I saw steps I had made to adapt to a culture so different from my own. I shared the good, the strange, the uncomfortable as I hadn’t felt free to from my isolated room in remote Thailand via the Internet, and felt the loving hands and hearts of my friends and family reach out to support, acknowledge, love, and encourage me on my way.

There is no doubt in my mind that my grandmother’s passing was not perfectly placed in time. I see the joy and beauty of her legacy living on in her husband, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and so on. I see her slowing and letting go as painfully clear as I can her love living on. I see the gifts she gave me, from my passion for music that she shared with my father who then passed it onto me, to my love of the stage which she insisted came from her mother, on to those secret gifts that keep popping up as reminders along the way.

I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to return home to honor the life of Grandma. So thankful that it allowed me the time and space to gain perspective and return refreshed to this gift and challenge that is Peace Corps Thailand.

Book Boosters!

I was asked to write to Darien Book Aid on behalf of my school and fellow English teachers to inquire about the possibility of receiving a donation to enhance our school library. As it stood before, we had roughly 25 English books, most of which were Thai translations of stories that had a healthy number of mistakes in them. Over New Year’s break I received a large, heavy box that looked well beaten up, wrapped in a yellow shipment bag. I had no idea what sorts of treats were within, but I knew they must surely be books, so on one of our first days back from school, with help from my 9^th graders, co-teachers, and principal, we opened the incredible donation and read, read, read!

 

Many thanks to all of the generous folks at Darien Book Aid for your donation and dedication to education throughout the world!

New Year's Here

Around the potholes and past dukduks

To Wat Ban Rai we go.

Whole family in truck, odometer stuck

AC is running low, oh!

Around the potholes and past dukduks

We putt ‘round the countryside.

We hope our insides, survive the drive

As rough is the road we ride!

Around the potholes and past dukduks

To see of the building lore,

An elephant large, with snakes in charge,

Leave us wondering what’s in store!

Around the potholes and past dukduks,

To pray, and hope, and learn.

Ancestors in urns, gods at each turn,

With Lam, Pigoon, Plum, and Pern!

Around the potholes and past dukduks,

Our fortunes we will seek.

The number leaks, curiosity peaks,

As it foretells coming weeks.

Around the potholes and past dukduks,

At dusk we venture home.

We’re well impressed, and feeling blessed.

As 'cross rough roads we roam!