Wednesday, April 15, 2015

My Real Job

Dear Familia and Amigos,
(that’s Spanish for family and friends)

When people here in Costa Rica ask me what I did today and I tell them that I had to work a lot, a really common response is, “que dicha”, which is Costa Rican Spanish for “how lucky”. Having work is viewed as a privilege. 

I have been waiting, wandering and walking far for the work that I have found today. It started around 4 years old, when I first realized I was a sister and that with that came a great honor and responsibility to care for one another… and also, to ‘share’ clothes. A few times, I do remember my sisters forgetting what it means to share when I forgot to ask first...but I forgive them. 

In middle school, my parents encouraged me to volunteer at my grandpa’s hospice and I remember finding great joy in helping some of my new older friends eat and listening to them talk. In high school and college, I worked with children who needed extra support in their lives and youth with special abilities. I continued my interest in learning and sharing with people who have a different story than I by traveling, living and working in Bolivia, El Salvador, Costa Rica and a few other places. 

I am 27 years old and living in a small, semi-rural town in Costa Rica, where I have been for the past 2 years now. When I come back to New York, sometimes people ask me “when I am going to start my real life”. This question is always rather perplexing to me, as I have felt very much alive and really living for about 21 years. (I don’t really remember anything before age 4 and well, there were a couple years in college that didn’t quite exemplify ‘real life’ behavior). However, all these years living inside humble homes around the world, spending time with different people, cultures, and age groups and walking in so many shoes has helped shape my perspective on ‘real life’ and ‘real work’. I feel really committed to being a good daughter, friend, and neighbor, as well as a sensible person of service to this world. 

It is with that very succinct intro that I bring myself to my point: I really love and feel privileged to be doing what I am doing today. I ask Costa Rican friends to introduce me to micro-entrepreneurs who are farmers, artists, cheese-makers, fisherman, indigenous basket-weavers, etc. who are dedicated to their traditional livelihood and could use some support. Then, I go meet them and sit with them for a few hours talking about what makes their work important to them. I take pictures and write lots of notes in my field journal. I have met farmers who care for plants and animals as therapy in overcoming years of abuse. I have met artists who encourage reforestation by creating dialogue about rainforests while painting. I have spent time with indigenous leaders who have told me that if people don’t meet them and start to understand the value of their way of life, their entire community and traditions are at risk of extinction. We don't hear these stories a lot. We live in a society of advertisements, mass media and industrialized complexes where we do not get the opportunity to be face to face with one another and know what gives our lives meaning. 

This work is so important to me. 

I am learning about medicinal plants and holistic healing, something that has been of deep interest to me since I began to investigate more and more about sickness, inspired by my sister curing herself of cancer as a child. And also inspired by my parents' commitment to carrots, playing outdoors and avoiding MSG. 

I am learning about community, something that has mattered a lot to me since I realized how fortunate I am to come from a place like Pleasantville. 

I am learning about the importance of connecting and getting to know one another, especially those who may seem very different than us, inspired by living in an 'off-the-grid' home in El Salvador, where many friends of mine lived meal-by-meal. I am learning how to live outside my comfort zone and asking questions instead of believing assumptions. 
I am also using what I have found to be my strengths and my gifts to support people. I love to write, so I am documenting the stories of micro-entrepreneurs who are doing really great things and many people don’t hear about them. Through VAYANDO, I can share these stories with others and help us learn about one another. I love to teach, use my hands, cook and practice holistic healing, so I have become a student-educator. I create and/or participate in experiences with children, youth, adults and older adults where we can share a bit of our stories and learn from one another. I am helping to write a book, doing cooking classes, farming, teaching English and building online profiles; and I sometimes cannot believe it! These are all the things I have wanted to do for a very long time and I couldn’t figure out any of the hows I just knew I had to keep going and I did. 

My life is abundant. I am full of love and work and life. If I die tomorrow, I would truly die happy. I really don’t want to though, I kinda wanna keep going for awhile.

Ideally, I will be able to keep going for a bit. As a startup, experimenting with something new, something we really believe in and something that challenges the typical travel model and typical way we are used to seeing and doing things, we need support from open-minded and open-hearted people. It would mean a lot to me if you could check out this video that will show you a glimpse into my life and what my work is about. Read a bit more about our new approach to travel and to getting to know one another. If you can contribute financially, it would help me continue to be able to do this work in Costa Rica. It would help me continue to create profiles for micro-entrepreneurs so that eventually our business model will run sustainably. If you believe in what we are doing and want to spread the movement, please share with your family, friends and networks!

Finally, I really, really, really love hearing from you, so pretty please send me a note when you can.

I believe in the good things coming. A favorite line from a favorite band, Nahko Bear & Medicine for the People. And by that I mean for all of us; for humanity and for our planet. 

Thank you for reading. I appreciate it.

Loves of amor.

(thats Spanish for love).
~Jaime






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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Not The Person I Need

I don't need a person who loves me because I'm comfortable in my own skin.

I don't need a person who loves me because I can write nice things, paint pictures and play with children. I don't need a person who loves me because I am a returned Peace Corps Volunteer. I don't need a person who loves me because I care about what I eat and who grows my food.

I don't need a person who loves me because I know how to kick a soccer ball and see the world upside down.

I don't need a person who loves me because I have a nice smile, long eye lashes and pretty hair.

I don't need a person who loves me because I know how to laugh hard, curse freely and sing horribly.

I don't need a person who loves me for doing the things that come naturally to me. The things that are easy for me. The things that were gifted to me without me asking. The things that make me smile.

I don't need a person to love me for who they think that I am. Or for who they have fashioned me to be in their mind. Who they interpret me to be. Who they hope that I one day, some day will be.
I need a person who loves me for who I am today. Right at this moment.
I need a person who loves me for the real, complete, imperfect human being that I really, really am.

I need a person who loves me because, sometimes, my skin itches and I want to climb out of it. Desperately. I need a person who loves me because, sometimes, my skin feels too thick and I can't breathe or make sense of anything and I just need to be alone. I don't want to be touched, sometimes. I don't want to be seen, sometimes. And I need someone who can respect that. Because it is part of my truth. It is part of what I was given or it was something I learned that I am trying to unlearn.

I need a person who loves me because sometimes I want you to see all of it; all of my skin. The beautiful parts and the ugly. The smoothness and the scars. I want it to fascinate you and make you wonder.
And sometimes, I want you to see it just as skin. An organ that helps me filter the outside world from the in.
And sometimes I want you to see it as a beautiful landscape. Rolling with valleys and hills, something worth carefully exploring and I want you to take the time to explore it.

I need a person who revels in both my solitude and my sharing.

I need a person who loves me because sometimes I write ugly things, cannot paint and don't have my own children. I need someone who gets that this is part of my reality that I don't often talk about because it scares me.
I need a person who loves me because I am still learning to make sense of my role as a Peace Corps Volunteer; That not all of it is what you think it is.
I need a person who loves me because sometimes I don't care about what I eat and how it was grown. I just fucking eat.
I need a person who loves me because I make mistakes. I take chances. I put myself out there. I realize I'm wrong. I want to make it better. I want to be better. I need someone who knows that.

And I sometimes don't realize I'm wrong. And I need someone who gives me time. And helps me get there. And forgives me. And then helps us both remember not to stay in that place of shame, guilt and resentment.
And sometimes, to know that there is no right or wrong, just a place where we can meet again and remember why it is worth loving.
This is the type of person I need. Someone who gets that.

I need a person who loves me because I still don't know how to dance and sometimes I forget about my yoga practice. I need a person who inspires me to try new things, step outside my comfort zone and yet not forget about what I love. I need a person who wants me to do both.

I need someone who loves me because my outer beauty is decaying and this is natural. And they understand the wrinkles and marks and changes are signs of a life worth lived. A life I gave my all to. I chose to walk dirt roads in bare feet with the sun on my face because I chose to experience life over self-preservation. I chose to feel fully. I chose going confidently after my dreams instead of using common sense and I need someone who understands that my body is a reflection of that. And I need someone who gets this and loves this, truly, not just because it sounds nice now that you see it written on paper.

I need someone who loves me, still, when I scream and get frustrated. When I'm rude and impatient. When I'm forgetful and careless. Because the truth is, those things are a part of me. More things I learned that I am working at unlearning. Slowly. I need someone who can take a deep breath and a step back. Or a little sigh and a step forward. I need someone who knows when to give me space and when to take me in their arms. I need someone who forgives. And understands that I, too, am learning everyday about forgiveness.

I don't need a person who loves me in my glory.
That's easy.
I need a person who sees my shame, my pain, my anger, my sadness
as parts of me that want to grow
And loves me in this.
Whole.

I don't want easy.
I want real.

I want you first to know that I am whole and complete;
these thorns are a part of me,
and while I will open,
so will I close;

You are not here to be my petals
you do not complete me

You are here to water me
And I am here to give you breath.