Wednesday, December 23, 2009

para no creerlo...

A week ago today I left Chillán, having officially ended my time as an HM volunteer in Chile.  I have to say that my last month in Chillán was literally one of the most difficult months of my life.  And not just because of all the despedidas (goodbye parties).
In the space of a few short weeks, I found out that my host sister had stolen a huge sum of money from my room, I realized that my US cell phone was also stolen (so give me your numbers!), I moved out of that house and in with another family, I almost got attacked by dogs, and early one morning while walking to work some random guy on his bike grabbed my ass.  Hard.  This is the extremely edited and short version or the month, and all of this was on top of trying to plan end-of-the-year activities and say meaningful goodbyes.  One of the most painful aspects of the month was realizing how disconnected I feel from my friends and family in the States.  As time has gone by, I hear from loved ones less and less.  I needed a strong support system, and I found that I didn't have much to fall back on.  I know it's a busy time of year for everyone, and maybe I didn't have the energy to reach out enough.... still, more than anything I felt extremely alone.
All of this made it difficult at times to stay focused on my ministry and my purpose for being in Chile in the first place.  However, I do feel that I did a good job (overall) of being present to the people and relationships that have impacted my life so much over the past 15 months.  And I realized how much I have grown and how some of my ideas and values have changed during this experience.  
When we were first deciding where to live last year, I decided against one option because I would have to walk through the teenage son's bedroom to get to my room.  I felt that I needed more privacy, and that there was no way I would feel comfortable in such a situation.  So I moved in to a house where I had all the privacy I could want and more, and I got a lot of stuff stolen.  So much for privacy.  However, and this is important, I really did enjoy my time living with that family and I maintain a close relationship with them.
When I moved in with my second host family, it was a drastic difference.  The house is small, and almost all space is shared space.  Ale and her 3 sons all sleep in one room and share 2 twin beds.  I had to walk through their room to get to my little room, which was separated by a thin wall and no door.  And yet I felt instantly at home there.  I was grateful for all of the shared space and time together, and for being included instantly as a member of the family.  The first couple of nights I was afraid that I would keep everyone up by snoring too loudly, but no one ever complained.  Thanks to that family, all of the time I spent crying and so stressed out that I became physically ill was balanced with lots of laughter and love.  In just a month I formed such close ties that I would have stayed in Chillán just to spend more time with them.

BUT....  I am now living in a small studio apartment in the center of Santiago with the man I love, starting out on a new and unexpected adventure.  It has been a much needed change of atmosphere, and as the days go by I feel more and more like myself again.  I still don't have a job (other than making and selling sock monkeys!), but I have faith that it will all work out.  Santiago is a lot noisier than Chillán, and sometimes I think I might go crazy with all of the trucks going by and setting off car alarms.  We live next to a bunch of stores that sell cheap underwear, and the streets are flooded with people buying Christmas presents.  Like it literally takes 15 minutes just to walk down the block.  There are a lot more interesting and expressive people here, and I enjoy taking in all of the fashion diversity.  Our neighborhood has a large immigrant population, so along with different fashions there are many different accents to add to the flavor.  Peruvians, Columbians, Chinese, Arabians, etc....  

We are heading to the beach today, and will spend the Christmas weekend there.  This particular beach is one of my favorite places in the world, and although it will be hard not to be with my family, I think it will be a fabulous way to end 2009.  

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

moving day

I am moving to Santiago today!  Once I get there I should have more time to update my blog a little bit - a lot of crazy stuff has happened since the last time I wrote!  
I'll be living in a little studio apartment for the time being, but I'm hoping we'll find something a little bigger.

In the meantime, those who want to send me mail can do so at this address

Julia Matson

40 Pablo Neruda 

 Malloco Peñaflor

Santiago Chile


For those who have sent things to my Chillan address, don't worry - I will be back here several times over the next few months and can pick things up then.  


Hope you all are well!  

Friday, November 20, 2009

fences and appearances




These two photographs are of the house next door to the Casa Ursulina.  Up until recently, the fence in front of the house was just a rickety bunch of sticks and cardboard and pieces of metal.  This fence rounded the corner and went all down the block.  Little by little over the past month, the sticks have been torn down and the cement wall in the second picture was put up.  I've spent a lot of time thinking about this fence, and how it reflects on the larger reality in Chile.  
Chile is at an interesting point in its development.  Some people think of it as a "3rd world country," whereas others see it as well-developed and stable.  The truth is somewhere between the two.  The reality of Chilean life, as I've experienced it this year, is far from the extreme poverty I saw in Nicaragua and El Salvador.  The country has many more resources and is, at this moment, politically stable (I love Michelle Bachelet, the Chilean president!).  However, there is a facade that hides a lot of Chilean poverty.  
The government provided and built most of the homes in our población.  They are small duplexes that look pleasant from the outside, and it gives the illusion that the people who live in those homes have the basic resources they need to survive.  Go inside of those homes, though, and listen to the people who live there, and you will quickly find that there is a lot of deep and hidden poverty here.
The fences in these photographs are the perfect example of that.  Now, anyone walking by will see the nicely-built fence and assume that the homes behind that fence are similarly well-0ff.  But the reality of the situation really hasn't changed.  There are still multiple cramped houses crammed into one site, and the people who live there will still struggle to put bread on the table.

quick update

It's really amazing how much has happened in the past few weeks.  So much has changed.  Our time in Chile as volunteers is quickly winding to a close, and I have a lot to reflect on.
However, all i have time for here is a quick update.

The new HM volunteers got to Chile at the beginning of September. After spending a couple of weeks at each of the 3 possible sites, they elected to stay in Santiago.  I'm glad they had a choice of where to stay, and were able to find something that feels like a good fit for both of them.  However, that decision has been difficult for us (although I guess more on a selfish level).  We're so starved for social interaction with people our own age, and we were looking forward to having 2 new compañeras.  Also, it's been hard for it to sink in that we're actually leaving, since we don't have "replacements."  There isn't a sense of continuity, and my heart breaks a little bit to think that some of the ministries we've been involved in won't continue.  The abuelitos really seem to depend on our weekly visit, and the pre-teen girls are disappointed that there probably won't be a class for them next year.  BUt, that's the nature of the program.

Another big change is that I am in the process of moving out of my house.  After several big problems with my host family, I've decided to move in with a different family for the remainder of my time in Chillán.  This has been extremely difficult and stressful, and it not the way I was expecting or hoping to end my time here (obviously).  However, one thing being in Chile has taught me is that you really have to be flexible and you also have to know and stand up for what you need.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Reflections on Water


When I think of water
I think of tribal drums,
I think of my heart's thud,
its beating in rhythm.
When I think of water
I think of the word primordial,
of a great womb
filled with liquid possibility.
When I think of water
I think of the moon.
I think about how she pulls the tides of the ocean,
and with them she pulls my own body.
She calls my tides, and my blood and water ebb and flow in response, in union with the beat of my heart and the turning of the earth.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

how could I forget?

Damiela playing dress-up to learn the words for clothes.
I recently started helping Daniela, a 3rd grader whose mom participates in the Casa, with her English homework.  I try to make things entertaining, and we've done drawings, sung songs, and played dress-up.  She is really cute, and after a few weeks together she is starting to open up more.
While I wait for her to get here, I take care of the kids in the Sala Cuna (the cradle room) while their moms are in class.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

"como se dice "Enrique Iglesias" en inglés?... Henry Church!" - Felipe Lorca, student at San Rafael

for those of you who think I spend all of my time here going to parties and festivals (ahem, mom), here is a brief update on some of our activities.

Cooking lunch:  nothing much to be said here except that Andrea and I are masters in the kitchen.

Reflection and Art:  this class, which Andrea teaches, has been great for the women who participate.  We've learned all kinds of techniques - god's eyes were a big hit, and we're finishing up with mosaics - and have been able to delve into the cultural and spiritual traditions of each art form.  It's a rare space of quiet, relaxation, and creativity.  Even participants with the most rudimentary skills are able to create, share, and be inspired.  One of my favorite days was when we had a tea tasting, and learned about the cultures and health benefits of each tea.  

San Rafael:  teaching art to young adults with special needs has been a rewarding challenge.  I think this activity has been one of my biggest surprises here in Chile.  I never expected to be working somewhere like this, and I definitely lack training in this area, but it has definitely enriched my life.  Andrea and I often laugh as we catch ourselves discussing different animal noises and how to keep students rooted to their identity as students, young adults, human beings.... "No, you are not a baby panda bear," and "Mr. Horse, can you please help Mauricio finish his work since he couldn't make it to class today?" are relatively common refrains.  
We have made a lot of progress with the students in terms of their behavior in class.  We try to provide structure and hold the students to high standards, and they have responded very well.  One young man who is famous for climbing out of windows, running away, and getting on random buses, is now able to express himself creatively through art and be a respectful and focused presence in the classroom.

Circle Dance: I missed a lot of this class due to my bum knee, but lately I've begun participating again.  Pato, my host uncle, asked me to teach him and a few other people circle dance, and so we now have a small community circle dance group once a week.  

El Libertador: Whether or not it's due to our tutoring, the fourth grade students at this school seem to be doing much better with their reading.  Lately we have been focusing on how not to read like a robot and ways of remembering the reading.  We've also done several home visits to offer parents suggestions on how to help their children study.  We will continue to visit the rest of the parents, and this has given us a much deeper insight into the community in which we live.  Several of the moms we have visited don't know how to read, and many have not completed high school.  Although we were really nervous at first to do these visits, we have been well-received.  It seems that many of the mothers are extremely lonely at home all day, and relish the opportunity to talk about their lives and their children.  We have heard about some of the more difficult realities of their lives - the extensive drug-dealing on the corner, the sexual abuse one young boy suffered at the hands of his older cousin, etc., but we have also been encouraged by the high value many of the parents place on the education of their children.

Abuelitos: I have really loved going to the chapel every week to play games with the abuelitos.  We've tried a few activities that flopped, and now we pretty much stick to the tried-and-true bean bag toss or bingo.  We always give little prizes, and no matter how simple, the abuelos are always extremely excited and grateful to receive them.  I am touched by their love for us, and always entertained by their relationships with each other.  
Flor and Hugo, an elderly couple, invited us to their home to celebrate Hugo's birthday.  The time we spent in their tiny cramped home flew by as we chatted over simple snacks and tea.  They don't have much, but their generosity in including us in their celebration of a new year of life was truly special.
Miguel, another abuelo, always shakes our hands in greeting and exclaims over how cold they are.  During the winter months he was especially appalled at the temperature of our hands, and one day when we came in he presented us each with a pair of gloves.  He said that on his way to the hospital to get his hearing aid, he saw someone on the street selling gloves and thought of us and our cold hands.  As simple as it was, I honestly think those gloves were one of the best gifts I have ever received.

Oil Painting: At the beginning of the semester, teaching oil painting was a huge struggle both for me and for the women in my class.  They all wanted to be creating masterpieces right away, and were easily frustrated with their work.  I began starting each class with some stretching exercises and inspirational quotes, and gradually their attitudes began to shift.  I will always remember one fantastic and glorious day when all of the women in my class left completely in love with their own paintings!  Aside from basic painting techniques, I have tried to work in some art therapy.  We are currently working on self-portraits, and I have been deeply moved at how open the women have been to the project.  It took a lot of encouragement from me, but they have taken the risk to do some serious self-reflection and attempt to express their true selves through the assignment.  Several have commented that they had never looked inside of themselves in this way - no one had ever before asked them to think about who they are and what experiences have formed them.  I know that many have hidden pains and difficult memories, and it is my hope that this painting will be a step in their healing process.
I love teaching this class, even though the women usually all talk at the same time and I have to yell to make myself heard :)  

Los Heroes: we did a lot of cool activities at the special ed program at this school, including making masks and using them to do exercises in interpretive movement and dance.  However, we are no longer working there.  We ended rather abruptly and unceremoniously because they now have to use that time slot to do theater.  We were pretty upset about the way it ended, because we didn't have any closure with the students.  But, unfortunately, that's kind of the way things go in Chile.  There's a different idea of professionalism and responsibility that we have found very challenging.

BUT.... the week after we found out we would no longer be going to Los Heroes, the circle dance teacher started teaching reflexology!  So by the time I come home in March I will be available to give foot massages, as long as you wash your feet first :)  I'm always amazed at how opportunities are constantly presenting themselves, and how each ending really is a chance for something new to begin.

Taller de Niñas: Our friday afternoon group with pre-adolescent girls is as much of a roller-coaster as adolescence itself.  We had a lot of cool ideas about maintaining a suggestion/anonymous question box and having the girls write in their diaries regularly, but they haven't panned out.  We've also had to deal with a lot of cliques and disrespectfulness.  The fact that most holidays and special activities fall on fridays means that we've had to miss a lot of weeks with the girls, and that lack of consistency has made forming relationships more difficult.  However, we have been able to do a lot of fun things.  We've used activities like skits, painting, and crafts to cover broad topics like nature and protecting the environment, personal well-being, and dreams and goals.  The girls always talk about how they want to participate in the classes that the women do at the Casa, and so we are now doing a block where we invite guest teachers to present various techniques.  The girls have been really enthusiastic about this, and have learned pintura en genero (painting on cloth), baking, origami, and some basic drawing skills.


Other than the activities I've mentioned here and the other numerous random things we do from day to day, Andrea and I have several big things coming up.  We will be preparing and planting the greenhouse in the coming weeks, and in October and November we hope to give a couple of workshops to increase awareness and protection of the environment .  And of course we are polishing up our resumes in Spanish and English so that we can start to apply for summer jobs!