An update.. in pictures!

Charlotte and I after a weekend jog.

Charlotte and I after a weekend jog.

So, Couch to 5K has been going really well. So far! I’ve found that it is easier for me to get motivated outdoors, although I’ve probably done about 60% outside and 40% on the treadmill. I recently read this article from the NYT that talks about the differences between running outside versus indoors. The very brief synopsis is that you use more muscles running outside, but the experts that study that stuff still like their treadmills.

I’ll be finishing up Week 3 tomorrow! Hopefully outdoors since the weather has been so nice!

Moneen and Charlotte get their first bath at the new apartment.

Moneen and Charlotte get their first bath at the new apartment.

Moneen is starting to get over baths. Actually, I think she just hated being in a confined space with Charlotte even more than she hated being wet, so she was distracted from trying to escape for a moment.

Moneen is starting to get over baths. Actually, I think she just hated being in a confined space with Charlotte even more than she hated being wet, so she was distracted from trying to escape for a moment.

This is the beautiful not-quite-Spring view from the apartment window. Without tv, the "girls" and I do a lot of bird watching. This one was watching us back.

This is the beautiful not-quite-Spring view from the apartment window. Without tv, the "girls" and I do a lot of bird watching. This one was watching us back.

I was very excited to find these farm eggs at the Pee Dee Farmers Market.

I was very excited to find these farm eggs at the Pee Dee State Farmers Market.

We bought these organic eggs at the Trinity Farms booth inside the building at the Pee Dee State Farmers Market. As I’ve written here before, one of my resolutions this year was to eat less animal products. And, along with that comes an attempt to eat more mindfully, especially when it comes to ethical food production. I think it was Michael Pollan who said that it is a lot easier to trust that your food is produced ethically when you can make eye contact with the people producing it. Of course, eggs are just a small part, but I’ve been looking for farm eggs since I left Jubilee, so I was happy!

This is the stray that has decided to live at my Dad's house. She's very stray looking, but she is getting sweeter.

This is the stray that has decided to live at my Dad's house. She's very stray looking, but she is getting sweeter.

Tulips everywhere!

I visited home and the tulip tree out front is blooming. Seems like the tulip trees get a head start on all the other trees.

I visited home and the tulip tree out front is blooming. Seems like the tulip trees get a head start on all the other trees.

I visited home and the tulip tree out front is blooming. Seems like the tulip trees get a head start on all the other trees.

Proof that spring is coming. Hopefully.

Proof that spring is coming. Hopefully.

Hello from Georgia!, update from Jubilee Part 1

The partners, volunteers and refugees before a family leaves for Atlanta. Minus me, taking the picture.

The partners, volunteers and refugees before a family leaves for Atlanta. Minus me, taking the picture.

I’m writing this on my laptop during a mostly silent, spiritual retreat at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers, Ga. It isn’t that there isn’t time for me to blog at Jubilee, there is, and I feel nagging guilt every time I do something else besides blog.. read, sew, hang out, etc. But, I know my “readers” aren’t really expecting me to write much, and so maybe my guilt is just coming from myself. I think a month and a half of not writing has probably been the longest I’ve gone since I was in middle school, at least.

Anyway, so maybe getting the blog ball rolling again will help me to update more. There are lots of interesting things going on here. A brief outline that might help me fill in the blanks later:

These are two of my first students, Mu Cris and Neh Reh, and two of their children, Pray Meh and Nga Meh.

These are two of my first students, Mu Cris and Neh Reh, and two of their children, Pray Meh and Nga Meh.

Since I came to Jubilee Partners at the end of August, I’ve started teaching English to Karenni refugees and learned more about Burma, the struggle of refugees and other displaced people, understood better the dilemmas that come along with refugee resettlement in America, realized how much harder it is to learn a language if you can’t read it (so, I really feel as though I have no excuse not to learn Spanish now, and feel very humbled by my students who learn so quickly compared with me, who has only learned about four Karenni words).

Leslie and Amber, two other volunteers, with kids in childcare.

Leslie and Amber, two other volunteers, with kids in childcare.

I’ve also had the joy of learning about other social issues while here, such as the moral questions surrounding the death penalty during discussions here and a death penalty forum at the Open Door Community in Atlanta, Ga. The worship aspect of Jubilee is structured in some ways, but is very open and non-traditional in others. We have time for devotions almost every day before lunch, but that can mean time for reflection, time to talk to your “partner pair,” a half-hour of singing different songs by request, traditional services and also time to discuss issues as they are related to Christianity.

I think the last one, along with other sessions that we have each week, is probably my favorite because it gives me time and space to think about things that I think I’ve always cared about, but never spent much time thinking about, issues like social justice, what peace really means, how to be nonviolent, immigration issues and Latin America, development in other countries, etc. It has also confirmed my feelings of what the teachings of Jesus mean for us today. (Hint: It’s about love, love, love and more love. The answer is almost always love.)

This is the K-House where some of the volunteers live, and everyone has common meals and devotions.

This is the K-House where some of the volunteers live, and everyone has common meals and devotions.

Not only have my students shown me a different culture, but also the partners (permanent Jubilee residents) and other volunteers have opened my eyes to different ways to live. The group ranges in age from 20 to almost 90, and from all over the country and world. Each week, someone tells basically the story of their life to the group. I was one of the first to go, and I’m not sure how interesting or exciting my story was, but I have really enjoyed hearing everyone else’s. It kind of makes you want some kind of version from everyone you meet, because these have shown me that you really can’t know where most people are coming from unless they tell you.

Giant sweet potato attacks baby sweet potatoes.

Giant sweet potato attacks baby sweet potatoes.

While here I’ve also… worked some in the garden, which I thought I would be much better at, but after a few fire ant encounters, I’ve realized it was more of a idealized view of gardening I had in mind than one based in reality. Like, in my perfect garden.. there are no fire ants and no spiders waiting on tomatoes to jump out and scare me.

I still like the idea of the garden, and have a deep respect for the people who work in it, especially those who love working in it. The farming here is based on sustainable methods and using the plants/animals to make the system work. (I’ve been reading the Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma, and Pollan talks at length about agriculture, good and bad. The farming at Jubilee falls into the “good” category.) The community works in the garden together once a week, so I do it. I’m just not very good at it.

Ina stirs a pot of veggie chili to take to the Welcome Center.

Ina stirs a pot of veggie chili to take to the Welcome Center.

For all those who thought I would be going away to eat rice and beans each meal (including myself), you are mistaken. There is so much food here, and it is good tasting and mostly healthy. I’ve been warned as winter approaches that sweet potatoes will become a prominent feature of every meal, but I like sweet potatoes and I probably should be eating less anyway. I guess I didn’t do a very good job of describing the community here before I came, but living at Jubilee isn’t about living in poverty by any means. Living here means opting out of the “Shiny-New” culture, but when you learn about real poverty, you realize this doesn’t come close.

Happy donkeys protect the happy goats in the field.

Happy donkeys protect the happy goats in the field.

And actually, I feel so blessed to be able to stay here. It is really beautiful, and there is space and time and people to listen and good food to eat and new things to learn. I miss lots of people, and I’m always excited for visitors (My mom visited a few weeks ago, and I think she really liked it.), but I don’t miss many other things. Life is very full here. I would encourage anyone interested in farming, processing food, social justice issues, refugees, Christianity, living in community, peace keeping or service work to come visit.

Babies!!

Babies!!

Ok, that is long enough for my first foray back into the blogging world. I’ve had lots of people asking how they can help, and so here is a list of the things Jubilee asks for new donations of: One-subject spiral bound notebooks, simple ball point pens, pencils, umbrellas, flashlights with batteries, socks, underwear, winter hats and gloves and walking shoes . Here are things that are OK gently used:  pillows, wallets, dish towels, dish cloths, backpacks, bicycles and bicyle parts.

Links/Resources:

More pictures at my facebook.

Jubilee Partners

With Our Own Eyes, by Don Mosely, a book about the founding of Jubilee 30 years ago

Jesus for President: Politics for Ordinary Radicals

Deadline, a dvd examining the death penalty in one state, but good for brining up a lot of different issues.

The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michal Pollan, a book about the real cost of cheap food

The Burmese Come to Houston, an article from the Houston Press about the lives of refugees much like the ones who come to Atlanta from Burma

Ok, and now that I’ve started, I’d like to keep updating so that I don’t feel too overwhelmed once I leave and forget things. So, if you have any questions or suggestions that you want answered and addressed, you can leave me a comment here or facebook or wherever.

Stuff everyone likes… Music

Picture of Atmosphere performing at Cat's Cradle, stolen from Tisha.

Picture of Atmosphere performing at Cat's Cradle, stolen from Tisha.

In high school and into college, my friends, especially Katie and I, spent a lot of our free time going to shows and concerts. After we turned 21 and had more weekend and nighttime options, we started doing other things with our time.  Over the last few years, even after moving away and graduating college, we’ve still seen a few shows together and it always reminds me of how much I enjoy live music.

In particular, we’ve traveled hundreds of miles to see some of our favorite acts like Atmosphere and Eyedea & Abilites, who we saw Tuesday night at Cat’s Cradle in Carrboro, Sage Francis, POS, and other hip hop artists. Nobody really ever comes to S.C., which explains all the driving.  

Going to concerts always reminds me of my younger days, but there are some things that are different. Namely, as you can see from the pictures, we were not up at the front of the stage. One of my biggest concert pet peeves is that no matter where I stood, there was always some big, smelly dude who was taller than me who would elbow his way in front. I’m only 5’4, so it doesn’t take a lot to be taller than me. And for future information, big anger comes in small packages.

Atmosphere at Cat's Cradle

Atmosphere at Cat's Cradle

So, this time, instead of trying to fight through the crowds of sweaty people, we found a higher spot that wasn’t so congested. I guess that is a sign I’m getting older. Which, speaking of, my birthday month begins Saturday. So mark your calendars.

I thought about cropping myself out of this picture, but oh well! Here I am making a confused face anyway.

I thought about cropping myself out of this picture, but oh well! Here I am making a confused face anyway.

Before the show, Slug from Atmosphere was outside shaking hands with people in line. I thought that was really nice, even though I was very nervous and obviously incapable of not looking like the slow friend. It’s ok though. The upside of liking musicians who don’t exclusively go on tour at massive venues, is that you often have a chance to meet the people you came to see.

So, for blast from the past.. some of my favorite concert pictures I took when I was still willing to be the angry girl at the front..

Sage Francis on the KnowMore.org tour in 2005

Sage Francis on the KnowMore.org tour in 2005

Solillaquists of Sound on tour with Sage Francis

Solillaquists of Sound on tour with Sage Francis

Sage Francis (I'm not sure when/where, but it was a show with Atmosphere)

Sage Francis (I'm not sure when/where, but it was a show with Atmosphere) Solillaquists of Sound on the KnowMore.org tour in 2005

Jared Paul on Sage Francis' F- Clear Channel Tour in Charlotte, forever ago

Jared Paul on Non-Prophets' F- Clear Channel Tour in Charlotte, forever ago

 

Abilities at The Room in Charlotte, forever ago

Abilities at The Room in Charlotte, forever ago

Eyedea & Abilities at The Room in Charlotte, forever ago

Eyedea & Abilities at The Room in Charlotte, forever ago

POS, either in Carrboro or ATL, forever ago

POS, either in Carrboro or ATL, forever ago

A history in hair

One of my vices that I am quick to admit to, is that.. I like to talk about my hair. If you ask me a question about it, you will get an answer. And then some more. And then probably a little bit more, just because, Gosh! It is just so interesting! And, I realize that it isn’t. (Well, not you you, maybe.) However, I do have quite the hair history.

Cabbage patch doll gets a hair cut.

Cabbage patch doll gets a hair cut.

When I was born, I actually didn’t have much hair and didn’t have a lot of hair for a while. That combined with my hand-me-down clothes from my (male) cousin, meant that I looked like a boy for a while. But, that may have been better than what came next…

THE BABY MULLET!!!

THE BABY MULLET!!!

Don’t ask me what was going on with those bangs. Ask my mother.

Enthusiasm for big hair!!

Enthusiasm for big hair!!

There were perms to follow.

There were perms to follow.

And then, for a long time I had normal hair. I choose to block out the year Mom decided it would be a good idea to give her big-headed, chubby child a short pageboy cut. (Btw Mom, I know you`re reading this and some things ARE unforgivable.) But, basically normally. Straightish, brownish, normalish hair.

I remember buying blue hair extensions from Claire’s in fifth grade, but it wasn’t until high school that I started coloring my hair as if my head were a Snocone. I’m disappointed that I couldn’t find more pictures from that time, but I’m sure there are good reasons for that. I mean, NOBODY looks good with tennis-ball colored hair, and I was no exception.

 

This ensemble was for 80's day, but you can see the pink hair.

This ensemble was for 80's day, but you can see the pink hair.

I think Cotton Candy was probably my favorite shade of Manic Panic, and I had quite the colorful-’dos until I decided to color it black. Sigh. Black is a color you don’t easily get rid of, and I had extremely long hair. So I cut it and bleached.. parts of it.

I probably have my own person hole in the ozone for all the hairspray I used.

I probably have my own person hole in the ozone for all the hairspray I used.

I like to describe this as "calico colored."

I like to describe this as "calico colored."

My freshman year of school I had to get a job, so I started growing my hair out, and when I look at most of those pictures the styles can mostly be described as various states of growing-out. It is probably the worst part of having short hair, knowing that one day you will have medium-length hair and it will be boring and nobody will ask you about your interesting hair-dos.
And then finally.. after years of growing and cutting to avoid mullet-styles..
Finally long hair!! Ignore this stupid picture-taking face.

Finally long hair!! Ignore this stupid picture-taking face.

Actually.. make that REALLY long hair!

Actually.. make that REALLY long hair!

And, the problem with having really long hair.. is that… it makes me want short  hair.

Yay! haircut!

Yay! haircut!

And then more hair cuts!

And then more hair cuts!

And then, between trying to maintain my length, it kind of just got shorter, which was OK. Because as soon as I get one hairstyle I’m usually thinking about what the next one will be. And, since for some reason summertime always makes me want to be a blonde, even though, I’m clearly not blonde material…

At home highlights!

At home highlights!

And then I think, I added some more after this. But, I didn’t like how they looked in the pictures from our S.D. trip, so I decided to dye it again.

Reddish brownish normalish again

Reddish brownish normalish again

Yay! Hair I can be proud of! Except that it never really looks like this, because I take the time to “fix” it about once a month.. But this is what my hair should look like, for those of you who see me on a daily basis and don’t recognize this ‘do.

And of course, since it is short, I’ve decided to grow it out. I’m thinking something retro.. baby mullet perhaps?

My Sun/Mon Weekend pictures

So, I went home this weekend for Father’s Day/my dad’s birthday. I posted before about the donation to Global Giving that I gave in honor of him, but in addition to those things I got him two plants that are supposed to bloom with flowers as big as your head (I saw them in action at the Farmers Market, but I can’t ever remember their names), some whole grain bread from the bakery at the market and some prints of pictures I’ve taken from his garden.

Lunch at grandma Christine's

Lunch at grandma Christine's

Lunch at grandma Christine's

Lunch at grandma Christine's

I got this from the German bakery at the Farmers Market. Whole grains, no sugar and no preservatives.

I got this from the German bakery at the Farmers Market. Whole grains, no sugar and no preservatives.

I got this from the German bakery at the Farmers Market. Whole grains, no sugar and no preservatives.

I got this from the German bakery at the Farmers Market. Whole grains, no sugar and no preservatives.

I don’t get to go home often, so when I do I like to try to see everyone. I visited with my Grandma and mom on my way to Fort Mill, and they always make me happy. After Sunday dinner with dad, and his birthday dinner Monday, I went to see Katie who was dog sitting for her parents.

This big beautiful man.

This big beautiful man.

This was how he was sleeping. With his tongue out. He was very tired after getting amorous with all the guy's legs.

This was how he was sleeping. With his tongue out. He was very tired after getting amorous with everyone's legs.

Going home recharges my batteries, so it was nice to see all the fam and friends.

This was growing in my Dad's front yard.

This was growing in my Dad's front yard.

On the way out, I saw these this morning. Pictures for future presents for Dad.

I love yellow

I love yellow

Tomorrow/maybe Thursday Carlton and I will depart for S.D. I’m nervous about driving, flying, being Carlton-less for a month, being away from Moneen aaand.. I think that’s it.

My new roommate

Moneen's pound puppy

Moneen's pound puppy

I started unpacking all Moneen’s stuff that Carlton sent with her today, and I found this. I think it’s really cute that he rounded up her “pound puppy” toy to send off with her.  She’s only here for about a month and a half while he goes off to the reservation, but I’m happy to have her back. I think this apartment would be too lonely.

I tried to take her picture to introduce her officially to my blog world, but she was really wound up tonight, so it was impossible to take any non blurry pictures of her.

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This is a cruel angle, but still funny

This is a cruel angle, but still funny