Thursday, August 6, 2015

Volunteering: A Giving in to the sharing, in Nepal

Volunteering: A Giving in to the sharing, in Nepal

            When the title hits first, it is like receiving an “intrusive word”,  an obnoxious perhaps, announcement of a beautiful gift becoming.  We shall see how this title that has found me, moves.

In September I will return to Nepal as a volunteer offering training in Expressive Arts Therapy and Community Art practice to Nepali nationals who serve as humanitarian workers, community outreach and development specialists, social activists and care providers.   The training and coaching offered is freely given, with the help of many friends who have and will donate funds to http://www.gofundme.com/hoperisingamidstne. 

To “offer oneself” though, to bring and give freely of who one is, in a foreign context, amidst the complex circumstances of recent systemic trauma, ongoing societal struggles and the emerging qualities of resilience, is to become vulnerable. 
As a volunteer serving in a foreign country, I am a cultural stranger, linguistically incompetent, way-finding challenged, and utterly in need of a cultural mentor to translate for me the mores and folkways abounding in the midst of every interaction.  Simply put, whatever expertise I have been invited to share, is in need of major reconstruction, on the fly, in the midst of a new and challenging culturally different circumstance. I need help! 
I am not alone.
The people in Nepal who have extended invitation also are vulnerable, experiencing a need.  Something is happening amidst the people that requires support from others to fully emerge.  Sadhana Thapa and Reeta Bomjan the founders of Expressive Arts Nepal, have identified the emerging presence and gift of Expressive Art and Community Art in their country as pathways and practices that are life giving to Nepali people.   This has been true in all human society for all times.  I do not go to introduce Expressive Art and Community Art practice as if it is something completely new to the people of Nepal. I go  to bring culturally meaningful experiences of engaging creatively with the circumstances and conditions of life people in Nepal are enduring and moving through.  I bring these experiences as opportunities for re-enlivening what is already in the hearts of humanity.  We are all formed and informed, embodied creatures possessing instinctual, innate ability to creatively meet life.  We can always work to sense and imagine what more Truth, Goodness, Love and Beauty can be brought into this world through us for the healing of all living Creation.  This is the very essence for me of being “imago DEI” formed in the image, the active ability of living as witness to who God is.  This is for me what it means to live into my faith in God and living as faithful witnessing of God’s sacred and Loving existence.
It is indeed the volunteering in Nepal, the giving into the sharing, in vulnerability with Nepali people, that makes way for Beauty to become amongst us and the miraculous to appear.
The anthropologist Victor Turner describes this as entering liminal space, a time out of time, where we leave behind, detach from our “fixed” identities, knowledge, social status, community conditions, public face, power, prestige and hierarchies and bring to the place who we are. We come as people volunteering to be vulnerable, open to experiencing one another anew through embodied presence while sharing what gifts we have in the art of making. We enter liminal space willingly seeking something new and helpful, even hopeful and transformative of us all, individually and a s a group.
As I prepare to return soon to Nepal, I know that my volunteering will provide opportunity for giving in to the shared vulnerability of walking on land that resounds its current rumblings visually. Volunteering is opportunity to give in to sharing in the sense of physical and emotional vulnerability one cannot avoid as one walks through Nepal’s crumbled history that resides now in heaps of stone crying out in memorial of what was. There is no doubt that sharing time and space with Nepali people in art making will include sharing in their expressions of grief, loss, fear, anguish and struggle. And yet as has been demonstrated repeatedly, being together vulnerably in expressive, improvisational art making, gives rise to something so much more than pain! Dr. Brene Brown in a recent interview stated, “We associate vulnerability with emotions we want to avoid such as fear, shame and uncertainty.  Yet we too often loose sight of the fact that vulnerability is also the birthplace of joy, belonging and creativity”.  This is indeed what comes forward when we settle into our senses and let art making lead us!
            Expressive Arts and Community Art practice have demonstrated great efficacy as processes that facilitate recovery, resilience, renewal of imagination and hope in the midst of working through trauma.
Expressive Art and Community Art practice engage humanity through low skill high sensitivity processes that are accessible to anyone regardless of prior experience in any artistic modality.  All people who enter the liminal space of artistic play and discovery can participate in contributing to the art piece that is emerging.
In the experience of making art in liminal space, this other worldly environment away from trauma, a bridge to the potential for rekindling of internal resources and resiliency skills that bring people through traumatic events can emerge in art making and be brought back into everyday life.  Yes indeed, volunteering is a giving in to the sharing of Expressive Arts and Community Art practice as opportunity for Nepali people to imagine what beauty may come in Nepal.

Please consider sharing in the work of supporting the emerging beauty in Nepal.


Saturday, August 1, 2015

My Ten Days in Nepal are Coming Soon!

10 Days Coming Soon!

Yes my ten days in Nepal are coming soon. And there are many questions upon my heart.  How will it be to be in Nepal now? My experiences, will they be like before and after photos etched upon my heart, of an earthquake that happened in between?  I do not know.  I will share upon my return. 

I find myself full of gratitude to God for the timing of this trip.  My friends in Nepal have been working so hard to support one another and the people in their country severely impacted by earthquakes.  To go and provide five days in Expressive Arts therapy training, will also provide caregivers opportunity to receive care. Expressive Art and Community art practice provide human beings an opportunity to decenter from present life’s dilemmas and struggles and focus on our common human ability for bringing forth artistry.  For a little while in this practice we can set aside the difficult things that confront us in everyday life and engage in art making that captivates our senses, engages our imaginations and revives and enlivens in us an experience of satisfaction, strength, beauty and even hope.  What is gained in the art making is often reminders of personal strengths, new found abilities, increased capacity for resilience, and willingness to trust oneself to navigate what emerges in life with sensitivity, grace, courage and self mastery.   

When people experience trauma, the body stores the experience.  Memories are made in muscles, in minds, in emotions, and bio-chemical processes. Engaging in art making has the potential to transform our understandings, imprints and impacts of traumatic events and unleash the places in ones body that become subject to the powerful presence of traumatic memory.  It is my hope and prayer that in accompanying Nepali care givers, humanitarian workers and community workers, their healing will come where it is needed, capacity for resiliency strengthened, transforming beauty will be experienced and ever greater Hope will emerge. 
Living Artistry is what human community has potential to be! We are capable of meeting our everyday with a sensitivity that allows all that is Holy and Sacred and LIFE GIVING to emerge in and through us.  We are formed THIS beautifully, fearfully, wonderfully! In communion with one another, in communion with God, Beauty emerges, beautifully.

Please, will you join with me in supporting not just recovery in Nepal, but even more so the imagining of the future in the people and land of Nepal.





Please donate today!
www.gofundme.com/hoperisingamidstne

You may also send your tax deductible support to: 
Sunset Covenant Church with NEPAL written in the memo.
And Addressed to:
Sunset Covenant Church
18555 NW Rock Creek Blvd, Portland, OR 97229

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


Nepali people courageously continue to recover from the massive earthquake and many after-shocks since last spring that caused great devastation to their people, their land and their historical landmarks. The work of recovering from the immediate devastation and long term traumatic impacts of the earthquakes are in addition to the struggle to end human trafficking, while also dealing with one of the highest poverty rates across the globe.

From September 20–28, I will be returning to Kathmandu, Nepal to provide Expressive Arts Therapy and Community Art Practice training for Nepali health, humanitarian and community development workers for the Nepali Expressive Arts Therapy Institute.  I have been invited to teach a 5 day introductory course in Expressive Arts Therapy and Community Art Practice. I will also spend 3 days coaching trainees in their organizations as they begin to provide EXA and Community Art experiences in their work places.  Upon my return I will provide ongoing supervision from the US electronically.

Expressive Arts Therapy and Community Art making are actually centuries old practices embedded in every culture, grounded in the awareness that we are held by something much bigger than ourselves which shows up to helps us engage life.  Expressive Arts Therapy is an opportunity to experience through art making, a dialogue with what is important to our minds, our spirits, our embodied lives in the moment we are in.  In Expressive Art making, we can become emboldened through our senses to identify what is vitally important to life in this moment, along with new ideas and awareness for moving forward more effectively towards what is healing helpful, hopeful and strengthening. Community Art practice creates opportunity for a group of people to experience a similar phenomenon. 

Community Art helps all who are gathered to sense a satisfaction in becoming the makers of one whole experience through the vital individual contributions of each person.  People engaged in Community Art sense their way through improvisational processes seeking the satisfaction that comes in arriving together at the completion of a project.  Through this work, human beings engage what indeed makes us human, our ability to effectively sense and respond to life in the current moment with new found courage, risk taking, hope seeking activity.  And through this art making together, we are able to identify the strengths the group has within it that participants can apply to real life for the sake of community healing, resiliency, greater peace, increased hope and even greater joy.  

Funding this project will require $4,500 by the end of August.  These funds will cover travel costs, art materials and educational resources, as well as the cost of renting space to hold this training and translator costs.

Dear friends, In HOPE I ask you to consider donate today!

You may also send your tax deductible support to:
Sunset Covenant Church with NEPAL written in the memo.
And Addressed to:
Sunset Covenant Church
18555 NW Rock Creek Blvd, Portland, OR 97229


Monday, August 18, 2014

Prayer Like HOPE Rises! Amen

Finally, the day has come!
      To give space for the larger story experienced
            To give thanks and praise!

I begin with saying thank you! Thank you that from the beginning I received so much encouragement from so many people.  Encouragement that came in the form of kind words, shared economics and shared stories of how and why addressing Human Trafficking matters. Encouragement came through learning of the thousands of people I was simply joining effort with around the globe to bring our suffering into transformative HOPE RISING Amongst us!

My first flight was from Portland to Los Angeles, where my dear Friend and Pastoral Colleague Floredelia Gratoral whisked me from the airport with joy to meet everyone at CHET(The Center for Hispanic Theological Studies).  Together everyone at this school joined the effort to be involved in Nepal for the sake of healing and hope born from sharing stories and artistic expressions of suffering.  I am thankful to everyone at CHET for their prayers rising on my behalf.

The next two legs of my journey brought me to Bahrain, through the windows of the Philippines.  From LA to Hong Kong my seat mate was a lovely grandmother living in the US.  She was originally from the Philippines and headed back for a five week vacation.  She spoke of many things, including how impossible life would be in the Philippines with out the servants.  My seat mate on the second plane from Hong Kong to Bahrain was a young woman from the Philippines, so silent at first, finally revealing amidst shared food offerings, she had signed a contract to be a house servant for two years in Bahrain.  She didn't know if she would be assigned to a good family or someone who would be unkind, abusive or worse.  We prayed as she wept silently over her three sons she left behind.

In Bahrain, after being detained by security for over an hour, I was set free into the beautiful space filled with Emily!  For 24 hrs in Bahrain, we walked and talked of experiencing life in this place where women, aren't sometimes even seen.  Men ran the hotel, made our food, dealt with all financial exchanges, and spoke to us, everywhere we went.  Hope Rose Unbelievably in the Museum that night, where Women"s artwork stating their case of disenfranchisement, disembodiment and imprisonment were on DISPLAY!!!! And the sculptures made by men from around the world reflecting the LIFE embodied in women surrounded us! The Museum, so surreal!!!  a safe haven, where little girls were running between the works of art,  in wonderment. And there was time for prayer through movement and dance in the sculpture garden. Timeless, endless ripples of dancing, standing, singing prayers for peace amongst all people.  The beautiful, courageous atmosphere os sharing in Emily's presence, hope Rising Amidst!

From Bahrain to Dubai, and then a plane of 80 men and 5 women to Nepal.  The men, all workers returning from Qatar to Nepal for a couple weeks of rest.  One explained, we are all working to build the soccer stadiums for world cup.  We are being killed by lack of protection from heat, lack of water, lack of rest, and lack of safety on site.  We are falling to our deaths!  I will not go back!  I will find what ever work I can in Nepal and Live!  And the plane landed us in Kathmandu.

A cacophony of experiences, of silent warm spaces, crowded loud places and excruciating honesty of the human joys and perils awaits the one who visits Kathmandu.  Nothing is really hidden.  No buffer zones exist.  The narrow streets are filled with everyone, including those on scooters and motorcycles who just don't care that the walkers are there!  Everything shares the same place, animals, people, feces and food vendors. Generousity and greed co-mingle. And always there is prayer.  Prayer wheels are turned, prayer hours kept, prayer songs sung, prayer offerings given. Prayers for healing burst forth as you walk by the sick, the crippled, the aging, the dying. Prayers of gratitude flow like streams of living water, as people share their food, their funds, their music, their talents, their hearts for peace. Prayers desperately leap from the eyes of womanly wombs, please lets birth a new day, for women and children in Nepal, in New York, in Bahrain, in Philippines, in, in , in ... all the world.  For in Nepal denial of the usury of human beings is no longer possible.  Prayer amongst us rose and rose and rose in thanksgiving, in despair, in rejoicing and anguish, in gratefulness and in pleading.  Prayer that sets us in the embrace of love.  All of us in the embrace of Love of God!

And through the illness that struck my body hard, people were praying.  Thank you.  It was a long journey home on the wings of your prayers.  Thank you!  As a woman on the planes from the middle east I experienced reminders of who I was not!  I am not a person of equal value, as the male steward ignored me or spoke to me with disdain.  I was not as a women, someone with intelligence who could speak to the varieties of ice we were flying over, until the indignation of the man next to me,  was overcome by his desire to understand what he was seeing.  I am also NOT a woman who will stand and watch a man treat a stewardess disrespectfully just because he thinks he can! Hmmm, I guess you can imagine the rest of that story...  Prayers from me, prayers for me to respond to life in ways that increase peace.

And finally Seattle! Where utter exhaustion overcame me, and the kindness of strangers carried me.  The border agent who walked me through the computer prompts I could not comprehend.  The Security Guard who stayed beside me through regaining my luggage and sense of place, as my glasses were broke along with my sense of time and space. And into the arms of my Beloved again. As my JOE, gathered me, and my belongings and my longings to be held, into his capable loving arms.

And nothing is new under the sun today, and I see everything anew in each day.
Human beings everywhere use other human beings!  The constant circular, spiraling effect of greed, self importance, selfishness, and blindness is killing us and the land that gives us life, everywhere!  The seeds and stance of Patriarchy which devalues even unto death, women, children and men demeaned because of their ethnicity, embodied presence and economic privilege ascribed by birth are everywhere!  I flew over so much desert.  Dry and thirsty humanity everywhere, being sucked dry like the land, of all richness through enslavement and extraction and extortion.

And nothing is new under the sun today in Oregon, as migrant workers pick fruit, sometimes for farmers whose hearts have been touched by grace and moved by the artistry and beauty of justice, and sometimes NOT!  In Oregon today there is a new home for women rescued from human trafficking, yes United States women who have suffered enslavement, and yes there is only 1 such place in the midst of a need for many.  In Oregon this week, there has been much talk and protesting and walking with our brothers and sisters of color enraged by events in Ferguson this week, by  only SOME!  And Jews and Arabs in Palestine and Israel and all over the world, are VISIONING peace for the politicians, for their children, for a future filled with HOPE! Praying for Peace, many everywhere are praying for PEACE.

And nothing new is under the sun today.  Humanity is born with the gift of BEAUTY residing inside! Yes!  Each and EVERY ONE of US, within us Beauty resides!  Look at Creation in all its magnificence and see the hands that have too, fashioned US!  We are everyone one of us, flowers in the Garden of a great Creator, of God who holds us all in a great embrace of love.  Nothing is made that wasn't made by Creator God, all are beloved, all are formed with beauty desiring to be becoming a shining light of HOPE in a world of humanly created systems that also cause harm.

Nothing new under the sun today, we shall perish or flourish together, one garden, one land, one sky, one ocean, one lament, one day of rejoicing yet to come!  Yes, I have HOPE! Born from my time with all who have shared this journey.  And for all of you, I give thanks and praise! Amen





Soon, I will post on the next leg of the Journey!



Monday, July 7, 2014

Remembering: A love Letter

Another Glimpse!

In 1996, Indian Brothels were raided and many women and girls rescued.  Many of these women and girls were Nepali.  Nepal did not want to receive them home because it was thought these women would bring the AIDS virus with them.  The Nepali government ignored these women and girls.  Seven NGO's worked together to bring them back to Nepal... but what about home? (Please go to Shakti Samahu, a wonderful organization formed by these women survivors for more information.
(shaktisamuha.org.np))

How do you find HOME when your country would like to dismiss the idea of your citizenship?
How do you return HOME when systemic shame and family fear tell you to never return?
What is HOME?  What does it mean to feel at home, when the place you lived for the last long stretch of time, was a place of pain suffering and degradation in even unimaginable ways?

In the second week of being in Nepal, I spent one day with teenage girls who had been rescued from human trafficking and were being cared for in a home provided by the Shakti Samuha organization.
I experienced such welcome from these girls in their excitement and great willingness to help us move into play through their smiles and laughter and determination to have fun.  I experienced these girls as wonderfully endearing, energetic young folks who desired to be found lovable by us, beautiful by us, seen by us, remembered by us.  And it was easy to do just that.

How do you forget young girls with so much love and joy and dignity and ability to welcome you?  How do you forget these beautiful bright spirits who still have such courage to risk engaging in relationship with anyone after suffering at the hands of other human beings so powerfully?  How do you forget the genuine joy and need for hugs and the need for soothing young bodies that had been   awoken to pain rather than protected for days of experiencing matured beauty?

How do you forget that these young girls are no longer welcomed "home" by their families? These wonderful delightful young women will suffer a stigmatization that brings more weariness to their very bones unless there experiences of being trafficked are kept from public awareness.  How does one forget that these girls must fight now for their citizenship in some cases.  How does one forget that these girls must walk through processes of healing and will need tremendous support, which won't come from communities of their origin and birth most likely.  How does one forget that simply because they are female in a male dominated world, they will have obstacles at every turn to regaining their dignity.  How does one provide support that never becomes pity or charity or sympathy which only would continue to devalue the strength, courage, intelligence and resiliency within them to find their way into dignified presence in this world?!

I am home now, and I cannot forget that at the very least, 17,000 women and children are trafficked into the US every year and that more than 300,000, yes three hundred thousand teenage girls are at risk of being trafficked in the US.  I am at home now and I remember that laws need to be written and enforced to protect women and children.  I remember that parents and teens need to be educated more furiously about the realities of exploitation of teenagers and children.  I remember that border patrols can be used to protect children from being trafficked rather than treating children like enemies to be incarcerated, expunged or expelled.  I remember, that we the Human Community are responsible for the victimization of women and children.  I remember too, it is the Human Community that must bear the shame of being responsible for the existence of a Global Economy made robust in large part by the trafficking of human beings!

The young woman I spent time with at the home for girls at Shakti Sanuha and at the Third National Conference for Women Survivors, spoke many things to me through her lovely face, curious heart and deeply longing eyes... and nothing was more powerful than her continual refrain...
                                 
                                      "You Won't Forget Me Will You?"

No, I won't forget you,
                        your smile, your face
                                your deep set eyes, your physical grace
My time with you, embedded deeply
                moving forward
                        you
 Living how weeping
                      turns to dancing
                          you
       Beautiful, Courageous, Strong, Wise Teacher!
                      OH YES!
I will remember you...
                  and be grateful to you...
                                 for restoring more fully, my humanity ...


All my love,
Mary


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

the DANCE

Amongst the days in Nepal was one shared by our Harambee Arts Team, Manuka Thapa the Chairperson of Raksha Nepal and many Women who are a part of Raksha Nepal.  Raksha Nepal seeks to provide pathways for women to exit exploitive circumstances which so often serve as their only option for feeding their children and staying alive.

We spent a joyous day with over 50 women who experience or are contributing to ending exploitation and sexual violence.  In all honesty it doesn't matter whose experience is which, we were about 70 women total who came together to remind each other that our suffering Does Not Define Who We Are!  We are gloriously formed, beautiful women, created for beautiful purpose, containing within ourselves great capacity for laughter, celebration, sharing, caring and loving-kindness!

In entering our shared space, pain was palpable for me in silent ways. I sensed pain in expressions, postures, eyes, in myself too.  As a member of the Harambee Arts team, I am aware of the brutal exploitation which fills everyday existence for many women we will spend the day with.  If we had come with any other attitude accept to share in a day of joy, I do believe we would have done more damage.  We did not come to "help", to "rescue", to define problems, we came to remember together our identity as women.  Together we reminded each other our spirits are strong, our laughter infectious, our hearts able to open up to loving-kindness, and our generosity in receiving and giving exquisite to experience!  We are resourceful, beautiful, women able to bring healing and vibrancy and beauty and laughter into any circumstance when securing the freedom to do so.  And we will continue to work towards securing the freedom to be change agents in this world, in this generation, in our communities, in this world!

May you experience the JOY as you view the photos of the dancing Lionesses!  The Raksha Nepal and Harambee Arts Women,






             
                                                 Together, bearing HOPE into the world!

Monday, June 23, 2014

The Women!

I have been home from Nepal two weeks now, and struggling deeply with writing about my experience.  What do I share?  Where do I begin? Finally, I land with the women!

For five days on the roof of the the Happy Hotel in Kathmandu, 25 women gathered to experience Expressive Arts practice as a healing pathway through pain.  It didn't matter who was from where or what particular history of suffering anyone had, the Expressive Arts practice was an opportunity for all of us to experience a safe place to support one another into greater health and healing.

One core principle we agreed to as defined by the Nepali trainers was that empathy not sympathy would guide us in being with each other.  Practicing empathy by listening, being present, and treating others as equals gives everyone their full dignity first as whole, beautiful, capable women.  This is very different than sympathy.  Sympathy in practice implies pity, status, assumptions or the idea that others do not possess the ability to take care of themselves. There are no rescuers, no fixers, no powerful ones coming to the aid of the weak here.  We were all beautiful, strong, courageous women, doing what women are capable of doing.  We are listening, caring about, supporting and strengthening each other into more personal freedom.  And Our FREEDOM, becomes potential freedom for the world around us.  Freedom from abuse, from enslavement and trafficking, freedom from harm to the earth, freedom for the oppressor from the heinous crimes that yet could be committed if women and men remain silent about what is happening now!

Expressive Arts practices gave us opportunity to each day be grounded in our embodied selves, in loving ways we can treat our bodies, and in loving words we can speak to ourselves about who we are.  Expressive Arts practice gave us opportunity to give place outside of ourselves, to the hurtful, even horrible experiences of our lives.  Expressive Arts practice gave us all opportunities to give voice and image to the impacts these experiences still have on us as we try and be in this world "weller" everyday.  Expressive Arts practice meant also that we DANCED! and LAUGHED! and SANG! and CELEBRATED EVERYDAY!  Because women Rise!  Thank you Maya Angelo! Yes we do RISE!
Sharing Lovingkindness, receiving warm embrace from one another as we struggle through, and yes we Rise to laugh and dance and sing with every new day.  We are determined to do so!

And I am thankful, thankful for this gathering, thankful for the moving through pain, the healing that came, the strength that grew amongst us and the lovingkindness forever now shared!

The black and white charcoal drawings are my responses, my drawings of witness to the painful stories.  They are my aesthetic response to the suffering.  It is important to deal with the suffering, less we dishonor the truth of the work.  The photos are just some of the rejoicings!  The celebration of new strength, resources, friendships, courage and freedom we gained in being with each other.  May these be witness to all who see them, of what humanity can do when we focus on healing, health and life!











With so much gratefulness, so much love, and so much joy,
More stories to come,
Mary