Love, Life, and Fart Jokes

Thank you to the World Busker’s Festival for allowing me to forget for a few hours what was happening in my homeland today. The fart jokes, the sexual innuendo (which my son now gets…oh dear), and lots of flaming torches being juggled at altitude were exactly what I needed.

It reminded me that daily life will go on these next four years. What that daily life looks like, and how it will change remains to be seen. The possibilities fill me with anxiety.

But there will also be love, life, and fart jokes. I, for one, will be clinging to those, and sharing as much of all three as I can, to help us all through what promises to be a rocky four years.

So, here’s your light-hearted interlude for today:

What do you call a person who never farts in public?

A private tutor.

Christmas Aspirations

2016-12-25-17-10-50-smAnother Christmas down. Another Christmas in which I feel like I received far better than I gave.

It’s a double-edged sword, at this time of year, to have a husband who is so good at gifts. He puts me to shame every year.

This year it was the two hand-made wooden vegetable baskets (the ones he whipped out in the last couple of days since he finished work for the year) that made me feel wholly inadequate as a gift giver. Add to that the lovely and thoughtful garden tools and kitchen equipment he bought, and I feel like I need to go back and try again on my gifts for him.

I’m not really complaining—how could I possibly complain about a husband who makes gorgeous baskets for me? But I think I need to start preparing for Christmas a whole lot earlier in order to even come close to matching his gift-giving. It is truly something to aspire to.

Silent No More

I have been trying to stay quiet during this election season. The rancorous debate over which candidate was less evil didn’t need one more angry voice shouting. But I was reminded today by my fellow writers that we have a moral obligation to be the voice that describes a different world. A world that celebrates diversity. A world in which everyone is safe, and free, and has food, housing, and health care. A world in which racism and sexism are not tolerated. A world in which people care about one another—not just about those who look like themselves and who worship the same god, but about the sum total of humanity. A world in which people think and act for the good of the planet, not just for today, but for the future.

It is our obligation to imagine such a world.

It is our obligation to remind the world of our own sad history, and ring the alarm bells when we see Hitler rise again. It is our obligation to bare the subtle ugliness in today’s world for all to see, and to imagine how it could be different.

But it’s not just writers who have an obligation to speak up. It’s time for everyone who values diversity to stand and be counted.

That Trump rose to the presidency on a platform of hate is a damning indictment of American culture. A culture that stands silent as it watches injustice, prejudice, and hate play out in myriad subtle and not-so-subtle ways. We can no longer remain silent. It is time to point out the hate wherever it shows itself. It is time to stop accepting that ‘haters gonna hate’.

What does that mean, from a practical standpoint? It means being brave. It means withdrawing financial and other support for organisations that perpetuate racism and sexism. It means speaking up when a friend or co-worker says something dismissive about ‘others’. It means banishing your own hateful thoughts and actions (because we all have them). It means volunteering your time to help those in need. It means lobbying your legislators. It means getting involved in your own local politics.

It will take so many actions, little and big, subtle and overt, to change the culture of hate. None of us can do it alone. But I know we are not alone. From my vantage point here in New Zealand, I know that much of the world is with us. Let us do them together. Don’t wait for the new year to make your resolutions. Make them now. Stand firm. Speak out. Imagine a world of love, and make it so.

Forget the President

dsc_0064-2-smI promised myself I wouldn’t post anything political on my blog. And I won’t. But this US election season has me thinking a lot about human beings and how we fail over and over again to behave in ways that lead to greater wellbeing for everyone.

And the rhetoric is so focused on who will lead the country, that I feel like we’ve almost lost sight of the fact that the president is just one person. Is the president going to make everything right in the world? Not a chance, no matter who is in office.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying you shouldn’t vote. Do vote. I sent my absentee ballot in a couple of weeks ago. It is important to choose the best leader possible.

But what I’m saying is that you and I have as much responsibility, and probably more power than the president, to create the world we’d like to live in. Who has the most influence over your days? Your friends, family, co-workers, boss, and teachers. Not the president. Collectively, we have far more power to do good than the leader of any country. We can make the difference between a world of hate and inequality, and one of peace and well-being.

So here is my five-step plan to better humanity…

  1. Be kind and polite. To everyone. Even (and perhaps especially) to people you don’t like. Raise the bar of behaviour—give up your seat on the bus, let that person out of the side street in heavy traffic, give a sympathetic smile to the woman whose baby is screaming in the checkout line. Remember that you have no idea what others are dealing with in their lives—that sullen and inattentive waitress you want to scream at might be going through a divorce, or caring for a dying parent. Make her life easier, not harder. Same goes for all your on-line interactions—just because they can’t see you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be kind and polite.
  2. Say thank-you. To your spouse. To your children. To the waitress at your favourite café. To the woman who cleans the toilets at work. To the bus driver. Everyone around you has the ability to make your life miserable, thank them for, instead, making it better.
  3. Be thankful. Saying it is one thing, feeling it is another. But the more you say thank-you, the more you will notice things to be thankful for. Embrace those things. Focus on them. That’s not to say you shouldn’t address problems when they arise, but don’t let them dominate you.
  4. Surprise the world with your love. Your friends and family expect you to love them. Strangers don’t. Surprise them. Provide a meal to a homeless person. Make toys to give to foster children. Help a refugee. Compliment a stranger’s children. Smile as you walk down the street. Practise random acts of kindness. Be the person you’d want to have as your best friend. And not just towards your best friend, but towards everyone. Yep. Everyone. You’re going to have to leave your racism, sexism, homophobia, and other –isms and -phobias behind.
  5. Right the wrongs whenever you can. Even little things make a difference. Pick up litter. Refuse to engage in the casual sexist and racist banter you hear every day. Call out people who engage in such banter—politely, of course (see step number 1). Pay attention to where the things you buy come from, and the social and environmental costs of them. Buy fair trade products when you can. If you have money, give some to charity. If you invest, invest in socially and environmentally responsible companies. Don’t be greedy. Give of yourself. Engage with your community, and become active in the issues it faces. Strive to make a positive difference.

So whatever happens in this year’s US presidential election, I’m going to be implementing my 5-step plan to better humanity.

Fabulous Ferns

Tree ferns near Franz Josef Glacier

Tree ferns near Franz Josef Glacier

New Zealand has over 200 species of fern, 40% of which are endemic (found nowhere else on Earth). This diversity is unusually high for a temperate region—ferns are largely tropical.

New Zealand ferns include some of my absolute favourites—the filmy ferns, with leaves so thin, they’re translucent. There are also a wide range of more ordinary ferns, and the not-so-ordinary hen and chicken fern, which produces little plantlets from its leaf tips.

But of course, the most impressive and iconic of New Zealand ferns are the tree ferns, growing up to 20 metres tall.

Translucent filmy fern

Translucent filmy fern

There are ten species of tree fern in New Zealand, and on the soggy West Coast of the South Island, they form a sizeable component of the forest. Their dominance makes the forest look like what I imagine forests looked like in the Jurassic Period, before flowering plants came to dominate the landscape.

If you use your imagination, you can almost see a sauropod raise its head to look around at the sound of your footsteps.

 

Random Acts of Kindness

2016-10-17-08-54-55I noticed this article in the news today, and thought it was worth sharing as an antidote to all the hate that’s on the news.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/travel/themes/adventure/85392553/How-kind-acts-by-strangers-renew-faith-in-peoples-goodness-the-world-over

In it, the author writes about several instances in which the kindness of strangers renewed her faith in humanity. Most the experiences she relates happened while she was travelling, and the kindness she was shown often required sacrifice and bravery.

I had a similar experience in Panama one day while waiting for the bus in Panama City. My husband and I were staying in a seedy part of town—Peace Corps volunteers have little money, so we stayed in the cheap hotels when we had to go to the city. We were headed from the hotel to the Peace Corps office, and waiting for the bus on a busy street.

We were wary, and prepared for pickpockets and the like, but we both froze when a huge man stalked over to me. A good 30 cm taller than me, he came right into my personal space and hung over me. Didn’t say a word, but glared at me with bloodshot eyes, his whole body screaming murder.

I blinked at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something, threaten me, whatever. When it was clear he wasn’t going to, I smiled and said good morning to him. This elicited a grudging good morning back, but didn’t soften his stance.

On the busy street, the confrontation didn’t go unnoticed. A pair of policemen began to saunter toward us. The situation was about to get ugly.

That’s when the little old lady selling lottery tickets on the sidewalk took matters into her own hands. Though she was easily another 15 cm shorter than me, she picked up her umbrella and began whacking the threatening man with it, scolding him for giving Panama a bad name.

She couldn’t possibly have been actually hurting him, but he withered under her attack, shrinking away and looking ashamed of himself, and finally slinking off.

The bus came, and we quickly hopped on. Life on the busy street returned to normal.

I’ve blogged before about other experiences I’ve had giving and receiving kindness from strangers. Whether the gesture is little or big, random acts of kindness make everyone feel good.

We could use a little more of it, by the sound of the news these days. Go ahead. Practice a little random kindness today.

Peace Corps

2016-10-15-20-10-59Fifty-six years ago today, John F. Kennedy introduced a new public service challenge to the American people. That challenge would become known as the Peace Corps. While it is considered a foreign aid programme, Peace Corps’ value (and, in fact, it’s stated goal) is far more than the aid it provides to people in developing countries.

Peace Corps is about connecting people and cultures, one volunteer at a time. It is about cultural exchange, friendship, and understanding. It is about breaking down the ideas of ‘us’ and ‘them’. It is about promoting peace and understanding.

We need the Peace Corps as much today as we did fifty-six years ago. Perhaps more.

Twenty-four years ago, my husband and I, newly married, took up Kennedy’s challenge, becoming Peace Corps Volunteers in the Republic of Panama.

Those two years of service remain a defining time of our lives.

We left our homes and families in order to serve—to give of ourselves. In the end, we received far more than we could ever have given.

Nothing about Peace Corps service was easy. There were cultural misunderstandings, dangerous situations, language barriers, frustration, boredom, discomfort, failure, homesickness, and loneliness. But there were also laughter, friendship, curiosity, wonder, success, music, and dancing.

We watched our actions empower young farmers to become leaders, and they in turn empowered us. Together, we made a difference in our little corner of the world. Together, we learned that the colour of our skin, the language of our birth, our education, and the luxuries we either have or have not don’t matter. We are all alike inside, and it is the qualities of our hearts that matter.

If we give ourselves to the world, the world will give back and make us better. I entered Peace Corps as an American citizen, I left as a citizen of the world.

Share the Love…or at least the seat

2016-10-02-17-20-40I have just one chair in my office. Sometimes I sit as I work. Much of the time, I stand. If I want to sit, though, I’ve got to get there quick, because the cat thinks that he has dibs on the chair. If I stand for even a moment—to grab a book off the top shelf, or to open the window—he’ll instantly leap from the floor (where he’s been happily asleep for hours), and take my spot.

He’s always very smug about it, too. He purrs in a self-satisfied way, knowing that he’s got something that I want. In fact, I think if I never used the chair at all, he would completely ignore it.

Nice to know he loves me.