Monday, October 22, 2012

Un Ambiente de Crecimiento


“When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may
 begin to use it with love and respect.” 
~ Aldo Leopold ~  
A Sand County Almanac 


Last year at Creighton I took a class called “God is Green,” an environmental theology class. I really did enjoy the class and alongside work and trips with our Center for Service and Justice, the latter half of college sparked an interest in sustainability (global warming, public transportation, pollution, etc.). In those years I was blessed with access to a fair share of information, experiences, education, and in many ways I wonder how much that was backed up in action. I´ve been reflecting a lot recently on why that interest didn’t make its way into my everyday life in the way I know it could.

A few weeks ago our community decided we wanted to build a compost bin for the house. Last weekend Wellington (the same guard who got the Mariachi Band) and I built a large wooden bin so we could start composting at our house. I was told by an old volunteer that if we ended up composting we could talk to Felix and Aura, a neighbor and good friend of Rostro, about giving it to them when decomposed to use in their gardens. 


This past week I went to visit them and we talked about our new composting project. It was shortly thereafter I found out that the two of them are extremely into eco-friendly living, ecology, and natural recipes/medicines, etc. They showed me their water-free bathroom and I was absolutely fascinated. It is raised about 5 feet in a bamboo cane structure, and instead of water, they use sawdust. The excrement is then mixed in with the sawdust and sits over time in a tank hanging below the bathroom. When it is completely mixed it can be used like fertilizer/mulch for ornamental flowers and various plants. Fascinating. They were extremely excited to help us with the composting, and every week or so I will be going over to gather leaves and sticks and carbon-rich things to add to our bin of mostly kitchen scraps.

Felix and Aura have been an inspiration for me on many levels. Aura told me that when she sees the women and children coughing all the time it is a reminder of the reality she lives in and just how important “little, responsible practices” are. Here in Mount Sinai, pollution and environmental problems are extremely prominent. Every day people burn their trash and plastics in the dirt roads and the health of the people has been directly affected. Most trash that is not burned is thrown into the canal behind our house or on the corner of a block. Children play with garbage because it’s everywhere, and when the flooding comes the water they wade through is, therefore, polluted. I am living in a location where sustainable practices are not people’s priorities, as they live by what they can afford. Yet, Felix and Aura have taken an interest and believe in getting to know the land around you. They are in a similar economic situation as their neighbors and on top of that they have put into practice taking care of the earth as part of living a healthy life. 


Perhaps that is the problem. When we are not directly exposed to the effects of problems, or so blatantly so, it takes a different kind of discipline to take action. In downtown Chicago, despite the pollution from cars and buses filling the air, I can simply walk into a fresh, air conditioned building that is clean and allows me to forget for a moment about the reality of unclean air. When I take my garbage out to the curb, whether or not it is filled with plastic bottles that I forgot to recycle or with banana peels I could have composted, a truck comes and takes it far away so that when I retrieve my empty cans I can forget what is happening to my garbage, my plastic, my food. In Mount Sinai this is not the case. Environmental degradation discriminates against the poor in the world. Those who can regulate home temperatures, drive a car to work, filter their water, pay for garbage services: they are not the people who suffer from the effects right away, and I think it is easy for them to forget their responsibility to the cause.

After talking to Felix and Aura and seeing their effort and their interest alive amidst this reality, I realize I have had no excuse for non-action, and I hope this active willingness to learn and to practice sticks with me for the rest of my life. It has been easier to challenge myself down here than in college, but I will not always have the smell of burning trash or inconsistent water supplies to remind me of the importance of living sustainably. I shouldn´t have to. If my neighbors can find the value in educating themselves about the dangers of pesticides, aerosol, extreme weather, and the benefits of gardening, recycling, water conservation, there is no reason I should not. I come from a place of privilege, and it is a personal responsibility to put those resources to use. I ought to because I can


Sigmund Jähn, a German cosmonaut, said, “Only when I saw the Earth from space, in all its ineffable beauty and fragility, did I realize that humankind's most urgent task is to cherish and preserve it for future generations.” Not everyone is fortunate enough to see the Earth from space. Similarly, not everyone can or does travel to a developing country or witnesses environmental struggles elsewhere, and in that light I believe it is an earned responsibility to share with others and lead through the small, daily things. Until I return to the states, we´ll work as a community to do our part here.

“Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.” ~ Archbishop Desmond Tutu

P.S. For those at home, if you´re interested in composting and don´t know much about it, here´s How to Compost in 8 easy steps! http://www.wikihow.com/Compost

Paz,
Miguel

Monday, October 8, 2012

Little Things

It does not do to dwell on our dreams and forget to live.”
- Albus Dumbledore -
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer´s Stone


3 weeks since my last blog, and much has happened. Yes, it’s been an eventful few weeks, yet I feel as though I’ve gotten into a rhythm. This is in no way to say that I am accustomed to everything; the “poco a poco” thing is still going strong and I still remind myself to be dorky, awkward, and stupid every day. Sure, the music at 6 in the morning is growing on me, I can maneuver a manual car in and out of traffic, and my cooking repertoire is expanding day by day (made mashed potatoes last week!)…but I know I have a long way to go. Two days ago I ate a cow foot at our night guard’s house. I´m not used to everything just yet..

As for how things are progressing, “todo bien” (Spanish equivalent of “s’all good”). A big part of my last month and my last blog post was my job. The tutoring in various sectors of Mount Sinai with the 3 Jesuit Novitiates continued throughout September and, sadly enough, the three of them left last week. We are now in the process of figuring out how/if the tutoring can continue in the future. Coli and I are not professionals in Spanish, and to help 5 to 15 kids every day with a variety of homework in Spanish seems unrealistic. So as of right now I am back in the office most days, accompanying others in the office to workshops or general visits to the sectors of Mount Sinai. Two Fridays ago I actually got to go with a group of 3 students and a professor from Clarkson University in NY as they did water testing in Mount Sinai. I translated for them (as best I could) and helped with nitrate and chlorine testing (And to think those chemistry labs would never be of use!) Most of the time in the office, however, is spent studying Spanish Computer Vocabulary. They would like me to begin giving the computer workshops to community leaders in November. Please pray for this month of Spanish improvement…

Fran, Wilo, Coli, Ana, Freddy, and I at a lookout 
over Guayaquil the week before they left

Time with the other 7 volunteers in Duran has been wonderful when it happens, and two weekends ago we got to do something awesome as a whole group, including the new boss, Darcy. Hogar de Cristo, where I work, builds houses in Ecuador every day for people in need, and typically the labor is done by teams of volunteers. We were able to set up two house builds to split between the 17 of us (including the Jesuits) and embarked on the construction adventure two Saturdays ago. The process is very much like Habitat for Humanity—we worked on it with the owners of the house—however these houses get put up in 5 hours. We started at 10AM and by 3 we had two bamboo cane houses under our belts, with the help of two hired Ecuadorians. Both houses were in a very rural area and the view from the top of our house was breathtaking (see first picture above). It may have been due to my weight or lack thereof, but I was chosen to scale the walls once they were up to put on the roof. An awesome experience, and it is a bizarre feeling when you look at a full house and can say, “ya, we did that..”

Got a little bit of my rock climbing fix that day

Our half and the family of the house

Speaking of manual labor, we had our first cistern clean last month. It involved a 5:30AM wakeup call and frantically scooping up buckets of water, passing them up above our heads before the tanquero of water came to refill. It is perhaps the closest I’ll ever feel to a motley crew on a sinking ship. Next time I will be wearing swimming trunks.


A seemingly unimportant thing: I finished the Harry Potter series last week. I had read the first 6 years ago, and somehow put off the final piece for 6 years. I still have the last movie left, so the adventure is not quite over. As for the timing…could have waited a couple days as I got sick 2 days after finishing and am just now coming off of the throat infection. Missed the celebrations for Chris’ birthday—everybody went to a Barcelona soccer game—and I could have been exploring the final chapter of fantastic story. So instead I watched one too many movies. Can’t believe a hadn’t seen a classic like Saving Private Ryan…


Yesterday was Rosa’s 91st birthday. Rosa is a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother of a family that lives a few blocks away from us. One of the most honest and hilarious women I’ve met so far, and I love visiting and sitting with her by her hammock. She does not mind my terrible Spanish, and often we can sit and merely enjoy one another’s company. A good friend so far, and we made her banana bread while I brought my guitar hoping I could remember Happy Birthday on the spot. I did not.

Rosa and some of her grandchildren

Yesterday was the Despidida (going away party) for Megan and the "Welcome!" to Darcy which means we officially have a new boss. She’s extremely kind and I’m excited to be a part of this transition. I also want to give a shout out to Megan for all of her hard work and life she has put into Rostro de Cristo. Please keep her in mind as she transitions back to the US.

Wellington, a guard and right hand man of Rostro, got a
 Mariachi band for the party. Absolutely amazing

Little things happen every day, and I am learning to remember them, to be grateful for them. It is the little things that get me through the day: the hour spent at Bolivar’s house helping him fix his pickup truck and realizing I’m learning more about cars in Spanish then I ever have in the states. It is way Rosa slapped me after I got done stumbling through Happy Birthday, a hit I know came out of gratitude. The constant worry, advice, and care that was thrown my way when neighbors heard I was sick. Having the time to recreationally read. Seeing a family waste no time making their new house their new home, setting up a birthday party underneath it WHILE we were putting on the roof. The fact that the Novices stopped by the house the day they were returning to Quito because they heard I was out for the count. They’re all things that quickly pass or could become routine, but I find those are the things I write down. They’re things that supersede language; they care not about one´s Spanish ability. Sure, I am excited for the day when I can express what those things meant to my day in the native tongue, but “it does not do to dwell on our dreams.” Until then I can be grateful.

Working on making these shorter and more frequent,
Miguel