Today marks a week of me being home and I am still struggling to find my regular sleep pattern. I am falling asleep to early at night and awake way to early in the morning. The worst part is this nonsense begins about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, so it seems like I only have a few good hours in the morning to feel like myself. Which is unfortunate for those who have to deal with me at home and at work. Who knew this sleep battle would last so long....I thought the worst part of traveling half way around the world would be the plane ride, turns out its the jet lag.
In my sleepy haze, I have spent the last week answering a lot of questions about India. I have been able to form the sentences to directly answer the questions asked of me, but to be honest I am not sure I have fully felt the emotions behind the words I share with those who inquire about my trip. Anyone who knows me understands that I take any situation and analyze it....I am always looking for the lesson I should be learning or for a deeper understanding of human interaction. I believe learning from one another is one of the reasons we are put on this earth. So when it comes to participating in my life as a student and a teacher, these are roles I take on with a lot of thought. That being said, teaching and learning are not easy when you are tired and I find myself guarded when answering most questions that are presented to me. I have a deep understanding that I will now be the "friend" who has visited India and therefore my views will be parts of many conversations I will never actually participate in. Two days ago, my brother text me and said he had met a guy (at work) who was from India. Soon my proud brother began to tell him about my trip to Mumbai....the two men got to talking and all the sudden I was linked to a man who I may never meet. So through a series of texts with my brother, I became very aware that my journey and how I shared it was now how my brother and a total stranger (to me) would remember this moment of commonality together. With that knowledge came great responsibility, because my journey to India was so complex. It is also my words that people will share from here on out, when they say, "I had a friend that went to India and she said...."and because of this I want to share a couple of ideas with you.
The questions I got from my brother that day, or from anyone curious about my trip over this last week, have been very interesting. If I had to guess what I have been asked about the most it would be food. The questions are usually.... How was the food, how close are the flavors to those served in the US, how did my stomach handle it, etc. I have come to the conclusion that these are the gateway questions to help people feel confident to dive into what they really want to know about Mumbai. Food is an easy way to start our conversation, but what people THINK they really want to know is....is Mumbai really like Slumdog Millionaire, what does the poverty really look like, is it really as 'bad' as they have envisioned, and if so....the questions quickly turn to... how and why would "they" live that way? Oh how I have come to cringe at the word "they", it is such an easy way to say I am not are part of that. They allows me to have distance from them. For me these are the questions, that I analyze the most as a teacher.
So lets start with the easy questions: The food was fantastic, although many in my group did not agree. For this vegetarian, it was a perfect mix of spicy,veggie and carbs....everyone knows I love my carbs. There was always some type of bread and rice to compliment the saucy, veggie, dish. I also loved the tea we got three times a day. The first cup was delivered, daily, to our door at 630am. Each cup of tea was just as complex in flavor different as the person who served it. No matter where we went, as students, we were able to dive in and learn about a complete stranger and their life passions, over a cup of tea. Also, the cookies that came with the tea, were just an added bonus. The food is very much like Indian food here in the states. The only real difference for me was we add more meat in the US and less spice. Overall, my stomach was able to handle it until about day 12 and then I needed a break from the spicy. I began to get terrible heartburn and my stomach was queasy, so we found a Dominos in a mall and I was able to offer my tired system a cheese pizza. Was that the same? Mostly, it had less sauce, but still helped the stomach situation.
Now you have made it through the gateway....are you ready for the Slumdog Millionaire and how "they" live in poverty questions?
The truth is, I watched the movie way to long ago, to put it into context my experiences in Mumbai and compare them to the movie and if I am blatantly honest I would not even want to try. It is after all a movie! Should I compare The Wizard of Oz to KCK, or Breaking Bad to Albuquerque, because I have yet to encounter a farm with a Scottie dog named Toto or blue meth being sold by a chemistry teacher. Yet, the backdrop on screen resembles my childhood home and my current home so the stories must share some truth. Well they do, KCK does have Scottie dogs, I am sure one or two are even named Toto (but I have yet to see a flying monkey) AND Albuquerque does have Meth, maybe even sold by a school teacher, but blue meth is only sold by the Candy Lady in old town. My point being stories are told through characters and a script, but the truth can only be found in living the journey with real people and life stories.
For me real life in Mumbai was learning about social work. I learned about housing issues, sexual violence, gender bias, poverty, domestic violence, and human dignity concerns. All of which is the focus of my work here in the US. I am not exactly the person people come to for sugar coated life lessons, instead I shed light on stuff most won't talk about because its uncomfortable. I am the one in a group of people who seems mysterious or detached, but that is because I know lots of secrets and staying quiet helps everyone else have a good time because they cannot take in what I know or understand the journey's have seen. So when I am asked about Mumbia, yes, those uncomfortable topics are in Mumbai and they were hard to see. They were heartbreaking and haunting. They were hard to digest and they will forever be carried as part of my being. Although, I will forever honor the experience, and cherish the education about the hard stuff....it is not the uncomfortable stuff that Candace Bolz will remember about Mumbai. Nor is it how I want you to continue to think of Mumbai.
Instead, I would love for us all to see how each struggle is sandwiched between the singing and giggling of children, the comfort of family and community, the kindness of strangers, the freedom of stray animals, the hope of religion, and the honesty of human relationships. India offers amazing beauty within the language, the rituals, the clothing, and the even within the brokenness of people. In my heart, when I hear, how can "they" live that way...I wonder how can we not? In my journey to Mumbai, India was the teacher and I was student. So how can "they" live like that??? The same we do.
So my hope, is next time you are talking about your friend who went to India, you don't tell them about the harshness of poverty or corrupt law, but instead you tell them about how she was changed by the beauty in the brokenness and she was astonished by how often her own reflection was seen in the faces of the amazing people she shared a cup of tea with. The journey is never about "them" it is always about us.
Today's challenge, acknowledge how often you use the word "they". Happy Friday Peeps!
In my sleepy haze, I have spent the last week answering a lot of questions about India. I have been able to form the sentences to directly answer the questions asked of me, but to be honest I am not sure I have fully felt the emotions behind the words I share with those who inquire about my trip. Anyone who knows me understands that I take any situation and analyze it....I am always looking for the lesson I should be learning or for a deeper understanding of human interaction. I believe learning from one another is one of the reasons we are put on this earth. So when it comes to participating in my life as a student and a teacher, these are roles I take on with a lot of thought. That being said, teaching and learning are not easy when you are tired and I find myself guarded when answering most questions that are presented to me. I have a deep understanding that I will now be the "friend" who has visited India and therefore my views will be parts of many conversations I will never actually participate in. Two days ago, my brother text me and said he had met a guy (at work) who was from India. Soon my proud brother began to tell him about my trip to Mumbai....the two men got to talking and all the sudden I was linked to a man who I may never meet. So through a series of texts with my brother, I became very aware that my journey and how I shared it was now how my brother and a total stranger (to me) would remember this moment of commonality together. With that knowledge came great responsibility, because my journey to India was so complex. It is also my words that people will share from here on out, when they say, "I had a friend that went to India and she said...."and because of this I want to share a couple of ideas with you.
The questions I got from my brother that day, or from anyone curious about my trip over this last week, have been very interesting. If I had to guess what I have been asked about the most it would be food. The questions are usually.... How was the food, how close are the flavors to those served in the US, how did my stomach handle it, etc. I have come to the conclusion that these are the gateway questions to help people feel confident to dive into what they really want to know about Mumbai. Food is an easy way to start our conversation, but what people THINK they really want to know is....is Mumbai really like Slumdog Millionaire, what does the poverty really look like, is it really as 'bad' as they have envisioned, and if so....the questions quickly turn to... how and why would "they" live that way? Oh how I have come to cringe at the word "they", it is such an easy way to say I am not are part of that. They allows me to have distance from them. For me these are the questions, that I analyze the most as a teacher.
So lets start with the easy questions: The food was fantastic, although many in my group did not agree. For this vegetarian, it was a perfect mix of spicy,veggie and carbs....everyone knows I love my carbs. There was always some type of bread and rice to compliment the saucy, veggie, dish. I also loved the tea we got three times a day. The first cup was delivered, daily, to our door at 630am. Each cup of tea was just as complex in flavor different as the person who served it. No matter where we went, as students, we were able to dive in and learn about a complete stranger and their life passions, over a cup of tea. Also, the cookies that came with the tea, were just an added bonus. The food is very much like Indian food here in the states. The only real difference for me was we add more meat in the US and less spice. Overall, my stomach was able to handle it until about day 12 and then I needed a break from the spicy. I began to get terrible heartburn and my stomach was queasy, so we found a Dominos in a mall and I was able to offer my tired system a cheese pizza. Was that the same? Mostly, it had less sauce, but still helped the stomach situation.
Now you have made it through the gateway....are you ready for the Slumdog Millionaire and how "they" live in poverty questions?
The truth is, I watched the movie way to long ago, to put it into context my experiences in Mumbai and compare them to the movie and if I am blatantly honest I would not even want to try. It is after all a movie! Should I compare The Wizard of Oz to KCK, or Breaking Bad to Albuquerque, because I have yet to encounter a farm with a Scottie dog named Toto or blue meth being sold by a chemistry teacher. Yet, the backdrop on screen resembles my childhood home and my current home so the stories must share some truth. Well they do, KCK does have Scottie dogs, I am sure one or two are even named Toto (but I have yet to see a flying monkey) AND Albuquerque does have Meth, maybe even sold by a school teacher, but blue meth is only sold by the Candy Lady in old town. My point being stories are told through characters and a script, but the truth can only be found in living the journey with real people and life stories.
For me real life in Mumbai was learning about social work. I learned about housing issues, sexual violence, gender bias, poverty, domestic violence, and human dignity concerns. All of which is the focus of my work here in the US. I am not exactly the person people come to for sugar coated life lessons, instead I shed light on stuff most won't talk about because its uncomfortable. I am the one in a group of people who seems mysterious or detached, but that is because I know lots of secrets and staying quiet helps everyone else have a good time because they cannot take in what I know or understand the journey's have seen. So when I am asked about Mumbia, yes, those uncomfortable topics are in Mumbai and they were hard to see. They were heartbreaking and haunting. They were hard to digest and they will forever be carried as part of my being. Although, I will forever honor the experience, and cherish the education about the hard stuff....it is not the uncomfortable stuff that Candace Bolz will remember about Mumbai. Nor is it how I want you to continue to think of Mumbai.
Instead, I would love for us all to see how each struggle is sandwiched between the singing and giggling of children, the comfort of family and community, the kindness of strangers, the freedom of stray animals, the hope of religion, and the honesty of human relationships. India offers amazing beauty within the language, the rituals, the clothing, and the even within the brokenness of people. In my heart, when I hear, how can "they" live that way...I wonder how can we not? In my journey to Mumbai, India was the teacher and I was student. So how can "they" live like that??? The same we do.
So my hope, is next time you are talking about your friend who went to India, you don't tell them about the harshness of poverty or corrupt law, but instead you tell them about how she was changed by the beauty in the brokenness and she was astonished by how often her own reflection was seen in the faces of the amazing people she shared a cup of tea with. The journey is never about "them" it is always about us.
Today's challenge, acknowledge how often you use the word "they". Happy Friday Peeps!
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