tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56348287280668429972024-02-20T12:10:32.657-08:00Honduras: A Year in the Life of Episcopal ServiceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-30472319137782346132014-04-09T09:03:00.002-07:002014-04-09T09:03:45.059-07:00Honduran Photo Book Well once again I have disappeared for about a month and a half... Great apologies! But for those of you following the YASC lenten blog, I did have two posts during March, which just goes to show that as long as I have a very strict schedule I can get things done and I have no excuse for not posting here. (If you want to, you can follow that blog at yasclenten.blogspot.com).<br />
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Things have been really wonderful here. I've been super busy at work and at play. So let's see some pictures shall we??<br />
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Back in February I was able to join the Mississippi medical mission that comes down every year. This was such an incredible experience and completely solidified all my desires to go to medical school. (Not that I was doubting or anything, but now I'm like 250% sure). I met some amazing people and got to reconnect with old friends.<br />
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I convinced all the children of the village that I was a witch by doing card tricks. If I accomplish nothing else in Honduras, I've done this, and I'm okay with that. </div>
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Our pretty amazing group </div>
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And... we helped deliver a baby =) </div>
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I returned from the medical mission and back to school. I think I'm getting the hang of this teaching thing, however looking back through my photos it appears I never teach... </div>
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Also, exciting thing! I had the honor of attending my beautiful roommate Rosella's baptism and first communion in the Catholic Church. </div>
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And for your viewing pleasure, things in Honduras that I think are cool or funny. </div>
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My birthday present was a remote controlled spider. I am the happiest girl. </div>
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Well there you have it. Once again, I try and promise to not leave you hanging for another month before I post! Lots of love! </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-22833977301918999212014-02-26T11:31:00.002-08:002014-02-26T11:31:22.160-08:00A Open Letter To A Friend Dear ________________<br />
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Hello! I've been missing you terribly these last few months. It's strange not having you around to talk to face to face, or to grab a drink with, or just to hang out. I know I'm really terrible at keeping in touch and for that I greatly apologize. Sometimes it's hard to balance being present in my life here and making sure I'm keeping my relationships going back home.<br />
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I've been here almost 7 months! It's kind of like up until 6 months I felt like I had all the time in the world and now that I'm past it, it's racing towards the finish line. A coworker asked me this morning if I'm feeling happy or sad about returning home in just a few short months. I couldn't answer him.<br />
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The truth is, it's a complicated answer. You know this from experience. It's always bittersweet to leave a place. There are things here that have been incredible, and things that have been really difficult. I know that the years to come at home will be incredible and really difficult. The truth is, it's both. There are days I wake up so super excited to be getting closer to the start of medical school, being back near my family, my church, my friends. And then there are days where I wake up, so completely happy to be in this beautiful country, to spend the days with my students and friends, to have spontaneous adventures exploring the country. There are also days when I wake up terrified to start medical school, afraid I've forgotten how to study, that I'll never be able to figure out how to properly use a stethoscope. And days when I wake up struggling to understand the language and culture and wishing more than anything to be at home drinking a martini with my mom and dad.<br />
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I do still have about 5 months left here, so it's probably premature to be worrying about any of this, but it feels good to express it to you.<br />
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One thing I've realized in my time here, is that all my experiences have value. It's kind of overwhelming to think about all the possibilities that have been and could be presented in my life, and the paths I've taken oddly enough seem to be converging. It's pretty cool actually.<br />
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I say this not to brag about having my life figured out. I'm absolutely positive that any preconceived notions I have about my future will be completely wrong, and I've definitely spent some time feeling lost and unsure of where I want to be in life. We all have. I think it's necessary in order to finally be able to find a path that leads somewhere.<br />
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My goal for the rest of my journey here is to try to focus less on what is coming in my life, and be present in what is happening now. I know for a fact that when my time comes to return home I'll be devastatingly sad and deliriously happy all at the same time. I will feel ALL the emotions. I know this. So I shouldn't (and can't) worry about it, even though I'm very good at worrying.<br />
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Keep a night open for me for when I'm back so we can have that drink and that hangout time and I can tell you all about my adventures about how I made friends with many different species of birds, explored caves, helped deliver a baby, and had the opportunity to teach. My life is awesome here and I can't wait to tell you all about it. I miss you. I love you. Write soon.<br />
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So much love!<br />
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Claire<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-4190970696529080342014-01-21T15:00:00.002-08:002014-01-21T15:00:23.868-08:00Understanding So I had a good weekend. It was great for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that I got to hang out in a swanky hotel in Costa Rica, but it was mostly great because I finally realized... I speak Spanish.<br />
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Puedo hablar en español. Puedo comunicar. Entiendo todo, y por lo general, todas las personas me entienden.<br />
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I can speak in Spanish. I can communicate. I mostly understand everything and everyone can mostly understand me.<br />
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Some background: When I arrived in Honduras, I had taken three years of Spanish in college. I felt pretty confident that communication wouldn't be a problem. Then I arrived and I realized the only conversations in Spanish I had had during my three years were with teachers who spoke slowly and clearly to facilitate my understanding. Which is fantastic, and I learned a lot... but then I met the Hondurans.<br />
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Hondurans speak fast. Very fast. This is, in fact, very reasonable. I speak English, and when I speak English, I speak pretty fast. Most people do in their first language.<br />
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Communication is one of the biggest struggles I've faced since arriving here. I luckily have a fantastic roommate who speaks to me only in Spanish, even though her English is impeccable. I notice the difference in the weeks that we don't speak any English with each other and the weeks that a few English conversations get thrown in here and there. When we speak only Spanish, I feel more confident; I feel more grounded; I feel like I have a place here in this country.<br />
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I know my Spanish has improved since I've arrived, but it's a difficult thing to quantify. How much have I improved? Have I improved as much as I should have? How is everyone else doing with their communication?<br />
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Well, here's how much I've improved. I've improved enough that I can talk on the phone without having to give myself a pep talk beforehand. I can now walk by people having a conversation and I know what they're talking about. Becky and I navigated the confusion of a cancelled flight in the San Jose airport! IN SPANISH! I may not understand everything, but I'm realizing that's ok. I don't need to understand everything, as long as I continue to try.<br />
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Communication was the biggest struggle I faced when I arrived, but it's no longer my biggest struggle. I can communicate. And I can communicate well. And I luckily have 6 more months to continue to improve.<br />
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P.S. I went to San Jose, Costa Rica to renew my visa. Becky and I traveled together, hung out in La Fortuna, Costa Rica in a super nice hotel, got an extra night when our flight was cancelled, and now are allowed to stay in Honduras another 3 months. Further blog post to come with pictures etc.<br />
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Love love love<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-6557624205987016932014-01-09T17:55:00.000-08:002014-01-09T17:55:03.460-08:00Christmas and things!Hello friends,<br />
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Not surprisingly, my blogging fell to the wayside during the holidays, so apologies for the silence. I had an awesome time though! We finished with school on the 20th and I immediately left San Pedro Sula with my fellow YASCer Becky. We traveled about an hour and half south to a small hotel, D&D Brewery, near Lago de Yojoa. We only spent about 36 hours here, but they were really fun. The brewery, as you might expect, makes its own beers, so of course we had to try all the offerings. None were disappointing.<br />
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We spent our one full day hiking and tubing down a small river that meets the lake. We saw bats, giant spiders, and interesting birds. We jumped off the edge of a rock that juts out over the lake, and in my normal fashion I took a very awkward jumping photo. I despair that I will never be successful at such things as jumping pictures...<br />
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This hotel is kind of a backpackers' haven. There were people there from all over, and it was really quite bizarre to see so many people from all around the world. I don't often see tourists in San Pedro Sula. I'm sure they are there, it's just such a large city that I don't encounter them. As it is now, I spend the majority of my time really concentrating to understand what's going on around me. It was a whole new ballgame to be hanging out with people who were speaking French.<br />
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We returned to Tela on the 23rd to celebrate Christmas. In Honduras, Christmas is celebrated on the 24th, so we exchanged gifts and went to church, and as is the custom for teachers on vacation, went to sleep before 10pm. The 25th we made dinner and had a few people from the community join us. It was a super time, and while it was a bit strange not being with my family, I felt so lucky to be where I was. And I watched The Polar Express for the first time =)<br />
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THEN MY FAMILY CAME. Minus Ian, sadly... but the rest arrived safe and sound on the 27th, and the 28th we flew to Roatan, one of the Bay Islands off the north coast of Honduras. The water was unreal, and we had the most amazing time. My roommate, Rosella, was able to join us, and so continues my AWESOME plan of intertwining my Honduran and Mississippian family.<br />
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The week was so wonderful. New Year's Eve, again, as is the custom of teacher's on vacation, I went to sleep at 10pm... Most people I talked to were horrified, but I don't care =)<br />
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My family has safely returned to Mississippi, and I have started back at school. I'm excited to see what my life in Honduras is like for 2014. Much love!<br />
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<b>Disclaimer</b>: The majority of the photos below are shamelessly stolen from Becky. Thank you for being better about taking photos than I am.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-38285050211860925992013-12-12T05:53:00.001-08:002013-12-12T05:53:06.686-08:00La Familia In the past couple weeks I've been thinking a lot about family. This is reasonable, considering we are in the season of holidays that, for many people, is so centered on family. For pretty much my whole life the months of November and December are full of family togetherness. We travel from the various corners of the country and when we are all finally together it usually ends up with us belting out "I Believe I Can Fly" wearing blonde wigs and drinking whiskey... or some variation of this. So needless to say, it was very strange when Thanksgiving rolled around to see a photo on Facebook of my three siblings sitting in front of the fireplace and I wasn't there!<br />
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This is not my first holiday season away from my family. This will be my first Christmas away, but I've missed Thanksgiving before. It's always been hard, but what it's taught me is that family is really the same thing as community. And if you have a community, you have a family.<br />
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At Thanksgiving, my fellow YASCer Becky came to visit and we cooked enough food to feed about 20 people. Seriously. I had to freeze leftovers. We ended up having 6 people and it was truly better than I could have hoped. And I was with my Honduran community. My family.<br />
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I will have the pleasure of spending Christmas in Tela with Becky, and my family will come for the new year and I'm sure there will be no end to the singing and being ridiculous. But through this holiday season I've come to understand that I have family all over the world. And I'm incredibly lucky for this, because every time a member of my community goes somewhere new and begins to create their own community in this new place, we extend our family even further. So, my dear friends, what I would like to say today is that you never have to be without family. I love you all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-18092827555929479562013-11-19T06:19:00.001-08:002013-11-19T06:19:19.463-08:00Difficulty With Prayer
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I get anxious when I try to pray. It’s always been a
struggle for me, but it’s something that I’ve managed to ignore for most of my
life by never really taking the time to try and formulate my own prayers. My
prayer life relies on already written and well-worn prayers. Sometimes though,
I feel like a prayer needs to be more personal, and then panic sets in. WHAT IF
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I find myself making laundry list prayers, never being
able to end it, just going through my mental list of all the people who are
important in my life and all the people who are important in their lives and
their dogs and cats and birds and anything else. It’s paralyzing, and it makes
it very difficult to pray. I feel like if I do forget something, then it
disappears in a vortex of lost prayers. Intellectually, I know this isn’t true,
and the God I believe in doesn’t let prayers, even forgotten ones slip through
the cracks. But it’s times like these when I hear about the struggles of my
friends and family and the people they care about that I feel like I should
pray with something more personal, and then the unnerving anxiety and thoughts
that if I don’t say a prayer for this person then it’s a minus 1 point in their
prayer quota column begin bubbling up like a volcano. Again, intellectually I
know that there’s no heavenly prayer ledger book where prayers are added or
subtracted and the final quota determines the outcome, but my overly rampant
imagination is a bad influence on itself and keeps building on these wild
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The beauty of the Episcopal Church for me is that when I
have absolutely no idea what to say, there are ready-made prayers right there.
And when you feel more than words, there’s the music, which sometimes says it
better than anything. So while prayer is still a source of fear for me, I am
trying to work on it by paying attention to what’s been working for so many
years in our church. So I think for now I’m going to try to relinquish the
power, and use words written and music composed with such grace and feeling by
our Episcopal brothers and sisters, and hope that God, our Mother and Father,
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This is another day, O Lord. I know not what it will bring
forth, but make me ready, Lord, for whatever it may be. If I am to stand up,
help me to stand bravely. If I am to sit still, help me to sit quietly. If I am
to lie low, help me to do it patiently. And if I am to do nothing, let me do it
gallantly. Make these words more than words, and give me the spirit of Jesus.
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I have been MIA for the past couple weeks, and for that I
apologize, but there has been A LOT going on. One of my newest developments is
that I’ve started volunteering once a week at the HIV/AIDS clinic associated
with the Episcopal Church here in Honduras. The name of the clinic is “Siempre
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weeks, but already I’m falling in love with the people there. The people who
work there are so caring and the patients have such great attitudes. Every
morning, the patients and staff meet together in the waiting room to greet each
other and discuss any upcoming events or activities. There is always laughter
and discussion, and it’s so wonderful to see such a sense of camaraderie among
them. This clinic is supported by donations and no patient is turned away. They
pay what they can, when they can, if they can, and if they can’t, no one blinks
an eye. What this clinic is providing is incredible. The medication is not
cheap, and the disease is still highly stigmatized here. What this clinic is
doing is providing a way for these people to live and control their disease,
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I had the opportunity to work with a medical mission for a few days this week in Puerto Cortes near the coast. This group has been coming for years to Honduras, and this year, they came not only to set up a clinic, but also to distribute water filters to the people attending the clinic. This is such a great example of self-sustainability. It's a wonderful thing that medical missions come frequently to Honduras and give their time, energy, and emotions to helping the people here, but what this group is trying to do is make the help more long-lasting. By giving out water filters, explaining the process, and challenging the people using the filters to share and teach other families how to work them, this group is working to lessen the number of people infected by bacteria found in the water here. The Episcopal Diocese is also working on opening this clinic every three months, so that there is continuity for the people making use of clinic.<br />
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I worked as a translator, although many of the people in the group spoke Spanish quite well. It was a great experience for me because I was able to learn new vocabulary and ask questions about specific cases. This was doubly exciting because I found out on Wednesday that I've been accepted to the University of Mississippi Medical School! It has put my experience with the clinic and the medical mission into a whole new perspective. After a few years of hard work and study, I can come back here with medical knowledge and help at a whole different level.<br />
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Sorry to all of my readers for the the blog hiatus, I am making a concerted effort to be more on top of things! Love you all. Hope all is well. Peace. </div>
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On the 29th, we traveled 45 minutes north to Puerto Cortes and Omoa, which are both along the coast. We saw four different churches and a Diocesan retreat center. I was able to meet one of the regional coordinators, and she showed us around and explained her ideas for development in her area.<br />
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This past Sunday, we traveled further into Honduras to Siguatepeque and Comayagua. On the way we passed Lake Yojoa, which is the largest lake in Honduras. It was such a beautiful drive. Here are some photos, not many as I am terrible at remembering to take photos, but just to give you an idea.<br />
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Lake Yojoa. Now if only I had thought to take the picture with the window rolled all the way down... But no, that would make too much sense</div>
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I think the spot on the mountain with no trees looks like a woman's face. She's laying down, sleeping. The dark spot is her eye. People are arguing with me about this, but I think it looks like a sleeping lady.</div>
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So there you have it for right now. I've passed my two month mark, things are still going smoothly. I'm going to begin volunteering at the HIV/AIDS clinic associated with the Episcopal church next week. I'm heading over to Tela to visit my fellow YASCer Becky in about two weeks. I will also get the opportunity to work with a medical mission that coming in from the states in a few weeks. Lots of things to look forward to! </div>
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So much love to everyone</div>
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This is Becky and I at a Habitat for Humanity ceremony in San Pedro Sula</div>
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The tiny speck over the waterfall that you might be able to see is me! </div>
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Honduras in all its glory<br />
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My spider friend <br />
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I asked a guy the name of this tree. He told me "the tourist tree." Why? Because it's red and peeling. Hilarious because it's true<br />
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The bird that didn't like me<br />
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My owl friend<br />
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The guide at the ruins in Copán told us this was a statue of an elephant. There were no elephants in Honduras when the Mayans lived there. It's the tail of a Jaguar. I never questioned it. Still living in blissful denial.<br />
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For my mother. PELICAN!<br />
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My hot date for Friday night, President Lincoln<br />
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THE MUSIC CORNER!!<br />
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My other spider friend<br />
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My beautiful roommate Rosella on her birthday<br />
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Tree root growing through Mayan ruins in Copán</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-69659560056336429662013-09-06T08:28:00.002-07:002013-09-06T08:28:35.097-07:00That's right, they call me Ms. HarkeyI AM A TEACHER NOW. There are some 70 odd students at El Buen Pastor Episcopal School who are walking around calling me Ms. Harkey. It's a bizarre experience for me, having just come out of college where I referred to everyone as Dr., Mrs., Mr. etc. Now I am one of them.<br />
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I've also begun study sessions with students getting ready to take the SAT and TOEFL. They are really excited for the next step in their education, and I can't wait to see where they all end up!<br />
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As for my life outside of school, I'm beginning to understand how the city works now, and I've been adventuring out and exploring. I found a Jiu Jitsu gym here (!) and I tried Crossfit for the first time, which just about killed me, but I liked it. I've slowly been meeting people and I'm starting to build a community here. Next week I'm going to start volunteering at an Equine Therapy clinic here in San Pedro that is run by one of the elementary school teachers. They work with children and adults with Autism, Cerebral Palsy, blindness, among many others. Check out their Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/fuhdet.atuto<br />
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A quick shout out to my family, it's been a busy time of celebration! Lorna's birthday was the 25th of August, my Dad's was the 26th, Mom's the 4th of September, and their anniversary is the 8th. Also, the 8th is my Grandmother's birthday. I miss you all and love you!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-62404874784972829632013-08-25T15:05:00.000-07:002013-08-25T15:05:01.064-07:00The Episcopal Church: Universal, But Unique <!--StartFragment-->
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that it doesn’t matter where you are in the world, you can go to an Episcopal
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This fact has been a great comfort to me here in San Pedro
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me, however. At Buen Pastor, my church here in San Pedro, there is an
incredible amount of young people. I had the pleasure of attending a youth
group meeting last week and the ages spanned from about 12 to people in their
late 20s. It was such an all-inclusive group. </div>
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They pass the peace to every single person in the church.
This has been something consistent I’ve found in all the churches I’ve attended
in Honduras, (3, for those of you who are wondering. It’s a reasonable sample
size) and I love it. It’s not just the people who are surrounding you; it is
every person in the church. The clergy come out into the congregation, and the
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surprised me on my first Sunday. At the offertory, the priest places the
offering baskets on the steps in front of the altar. He then asks people to
make their way up to altar to give whatever they can to the church. He tells
them not to worry about what they can and cannot give, that anything and
everything is a blessing. And every single person in the church walked up
there. Every single person. They made the conscious decision to move from their
seats and give to their church. It was something I had never seen before. I
think there were people who didn’t put anything in the basket, but to me, it
seemed like an acknowledgement of the importance of the church in their lives. I
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We arrived to Copán on Sunday afternoon and got settled in. I stayed with a host family, Lorena and Luis, who were lovely. Staying with a host family was excellent because if I wanted to communicate, I had to use my Spanish. Lorena and Luis were incredibly accommodating and patient with my unavoidable Spanish errors ;)<br />
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We had class Monday through Friday for four hours in afternoon. It was one-on-one tutoring and my teacher, Orbely, was a fantastic woman. I feel much more secure in my Spanish now. In the mornings, we experienced what Copán had to offer. We had so many outdoor adventures!! We visited the Aguas Termales, or hot springs, up in the mountains surrounding Copán. In some places the water was 90 degrees Centigrade. Yes I touched it (only for a second), and yes it was very hot. We visited Macaw Mountain, a bird park, just outside of Copán, which housed some incredibly beautiful birds, and the mayan ruins, which is the big attraction in Copán. We had a really fantastic guide who spent three hours walking us through the ruins and explaining the intricacies and meaning behind the carvings and specific building. We also went kayaking down the Río Copán.<br />
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We had spiritual adventures as well. We attended a prayer and song service at El Espíritu Santo Iglesia Episcopal in Santa Rita which is a small town just outside of Copán. We were invited by Concepción, who will be ordained as the priest of Espíritu Santo in the coming year. This was a very different spiritual experience for me. The songs were very upbeat, and between each song there would be a prayer. But unlike the prayers that I'm familiar with, these appeared to spontaneous. A different person would lead each prayer, and then everyone in the congregation would join in. But they would join in with prayers of their own, and the room was filled with voices saying individual prayers out loud. There was something really beautiful about hearing the words that people needed to say in that moment all out loud, overlapping each other.<br />
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We met so many people in Copán who were fascinating and so kind. Concepción, who was so welcoming at his church, and took us to see the Aguas Termales. Lorena's niece, Fernanda, took the time out of her morning to show Becky and I around Copán. We met a young man named José, who is 17. He moved to Copán at the age of 11 BY HIMSELF to work and he's been in Copán ever since. That's courage that I can't even fathom.<br />
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It was a really wonderful way to begin my time here in Honduras. We're back in San Pedro Sula now and I'm all moved into my apartment. My roommate is still wonderful. We moved Becky into her apartment in Tela yesterday. She's got a really nice beach about three blocks down from her house. I will definitely be visiting. And I start school on Thursday. It turns out that, in addition to my college counseling duties, I will be teaching a few sections of Social Studies. I've been looking over the textbooks and it's pretty interesting stuff. Wish me luck!<br />
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I'm here! And so begins my (hopefully more frequent) blogging extravaganza. My last blog post was almost exactly three months ago, which is not surprising to me in the slightest. I do plan on improving my blogging rate while in Honduras. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04005213802863184773noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634828728066842997.post-87107291328148693202013-05-05T14:35:00.000-07:002013-05-05T14:35:29.408-07:00I change my mind a lot. I've attended multiple colleges, followed several different career paths, moved around... just trying to figure it all out. Sometimes I struggle with this aspect of myself. Can I really commit to something? Or do I just move on when it gets too hard? But then I remind myself that you can never really know if something will work until you try it. Up to this point in my life I've pursued careers in the theater, the church, teaching, music, and now medicine. I've attended school in Wisconsin, New York and Mississippi. I've declared majors in theater, history, music, and spanish. I've travelled all over the place. I'm 26 years old and I'm just now graduating college. This Saturday actually. But for the first time in my life I have an idea of where I'm going. The choices I've made have led me somewhere really amazing. <div>
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