..but a tiny seed

i love this little garden.  initially it required a lot of care and patience to prepare it for the seeds.  when we started working on the plot of land, we needed to pull up grass and remove many rocks.  it was full of concrete pieces leftover from the construction of the water container foundation that was built adjacent to it.  the main activity of preparing the soil was taking food scraps from the kitchen and burrying it in the soil.  the kids enjoyed the burrying part the most. :)  i would later mix it up thoroughly, trying to spread it out while constantly removing concrete pieces and more rocks.  it took a lot of work to till the soil and continue working with it until it was ready to plant the seeds.

we had been saving local seeds: tomato, peppers, beans, watermelon & cucumber.  we chose a sprouted potato, too.  after the seeds were planted and the soil was bare, the kids wondered what was happening and how long it would take to see signs of their growth.  this required such patience.  we continued to water the soil, trusting that this was helping give 'birth' to the seedlings.  once they appeared through the soil we were happy and hopeful that this soil would support the growth of more plants.
  
i now wanted to try a little sheet mulching and plant some pea pods above it.  i dug out the soil, put lots of food scraps, covered them with some layers of cardboard, and then replaced the soil over that.  it's not the ultimate way to sheet mulch, but i still like the idea of it decomposing and gradually lending to rich, organic soil.  after the seedlings were growing, i chose another little area of the garden to sheet mulch as well.  i'm already looking forward to when this harvest is finished so we can retill the soil and cover all of the areas with sheet mulching.

the other day was the moment for which the kids had been waiting!  the bean pods were ready to be harvested -- they were jumping with excitement to show me, taking pride in all of the watering and care they had shown the plants in order to bring forth this 'fruit'.  i was so happy for them.  we cooked them that evening but the outer skin was very fibrous so we popped the beans in our mouths and enjoyed them on their own.  without mentioning anything about organic food, i felt in my heart while eating them that this food has the best nutrients and energy because it was grown here..and with that invisible component: love.

the kids in the neighborhood used to water the seedlings until school began.  now that the tutoring is underway and children's classes are beginning, i'll naturally incorporate growing seeds into the activities and lessons.  it is the perfect analogy for life.  we begin as tiny 'seeds'.  we require a lot of care and patience and proper nourishment.  we undergo tests or forces which challenge our development, all of which make us stronger ultimately.  and then we mature and bear forth fruits -- though for us the fruits of life are our children, acquired faith and knowledge, and deeds of servitude to the human race.  i've always enjoyed singing the kids' version of the prayer-song: "I am, O my God, but a tiny seed, which Thou hast sown in the soil of Thy love, and caused to spring forth by the hands of Thy bounty.."  i am constantly striving to educate children to see each other as little plants. :)

hospitality ~ serving others

we have been working with 2 carpenters to order and receive furniture for a few months: Ephram and Ada.  last week was our final delivery.  they brought the items in a pick-up truck and brought them inside.  once they were finished setting things up, they sat down to write the receipts and settle the payment.  i asked them if they would like some tea or coffee.  this is a question i ask each time but it is not easy for them to accept the request.  after their pause i commented, 'That means yes!'  i knew they wanted to accept the offer because of their silence instead of an instant 'no'.  i brought them some tea on a tray with some leftover doughy rolls from breakfast.  next i came with 2 small plates, each with a little jam to spread on the rolls.  one of them never ate jam before..
the tv unit, center table & bookshelves..all made by Ephram & Ada
after settling the bill, they began talking in twi, their mother tongue.  Ephram then began speaking on behalf of Ada (who speaks less English that he does).  he explained that they have never met anyone like me -- a white person with some wealth who has been so kind to them.   the way it was explained was very touching and humbling..it brought a tear to my eye.  my response was explaining that this is what my love for Baha'u'llah does, and this is our way of life because of Him..that we see the beauty of God in each soul through His Teachings.  we respect each soul.  we don't think anyone is more important than anyone else.

we cannot measure how much our simple acts of service or hospitality are touching people's hearts.  the remnants of racism and prejudice are carried like a heavy burden and buried deep inside many black people's hearts as a result of their life experiences.  it sometimes takes a long time for acts of service to easily be received as genuine from white people.  Ephram said that clients do not offer even a cup of water to them when they deliver the furniture.  i know that it's more than just being deprived of a quenching drink that he's conveying.  it's just an example which demonstrates the overall the lack of genuine kindness shown to them.  it's insulting and cold, especially to the African culture of always offering whatever you have to make the person in your home welcome after their journey to come see you. 

every person in this world can make a difference, every day, every moment -- just by offering simple acts of generosity, helpfulness, thoughtfulness or kindness.  all of these are universal qualities, simple virtues.  but unless one's heart is like an empty receptacle of God's love, that love we have for Him cannot be channeled and translated into service.  i wasn't 'trying' to be of service..it is a natural impulse that bursts forth as a way to express my love for God, for His people -- we are all His people, His servants, created out of His love.  there's no ulterior motive, or hope for reward or recognition.  the moment those impurities creep in, the spirit is removed from any act of serving.  as we spread the Teachings of Baha'u'llah which open one's heart to this limitless sense of seeing the world under the banner of Oneness, and each living thing as part of each other, connected beyond what we can describe, then this way of serving one another -- without any barriers which currently create estrangement, pride, arrogance, fear, greed, selfishness, jealousy, envy -- will be discovered as the key to happiness.  true happiness is nearness to God..and the best way to grow closer to God is by serving humanity for His sake, not our own.

Ephram has taken 6 Baha'i books up to this point.  he likes to read and investigate.  he knows that we are Baha'i.  he is rooted in Christianity yet is very interested to know Who Baha'u'llah is in relation to Christ.  he is reading 'Some Answered Questions' and 'Christ and Baha'u'llah' among others like 'Thief in the Night'.  aside from any books he is reading, i realize that it is our family life, our innermost thoughts and intentions, the purity of our hearts, and the radiance of our faces that will connect his heart with the spirit that is in Word of God that he is reading.  this is our daily striving and supplication..

the 'fourth step' of prayer

Baha'is have been provided some notes for prayer.  they aren't considered part of the Holy Writings or with any authority, but since they are helpful, we refer to them for guidance.  today i feel like the spirit of the "Fourth Step" has permeated my entire day:
Have faith and confidence that the power will flow through you, the right way will appear, the door will open, the right thought, the right message, the right principle or the right book will be given you. Have confidence, and the right thing will come to your need. Then, as you rise from prayer, take at once the fifth step.
(Compilations, Principles of Bahai Administration, p. 90)
2 days ago i was in a state of despair and sunk in sadness.  i immediately called out to God in prayer.  i knew the situation was a test.  i intuitively knew there was no other response but to call upon His assistance.  this is how we grow spiritually, drawing upon our spiritual powers in times of tribulation.  i felt so quiet and needed to empty myself of all negativity toward others.  it was the ultimate test because i was drawn to blame, to estrangement, to mistrust, and to coldness.

my first inclination was to call Dashiel.  he wasn't answering his cell phone.  my next thought was to call Mrs. Asare.  as soon as she and the Professor sat down i began to feel that answer to prayer.  later in the day i spoke with Dashiel and he provided that spiritual insight and vision for the blessings in disguise.  by yesterday morning, the 'fourth step' began to enter my consciousness.  it was mid-morning and the thought came to me to bring some seeds to one of the families who grow corn in their yard.  i purchase eggs from them & have come to admire their way of life.  when i arrived the kids were sitting on benches behind the tall wall where they have a table of groceries for sale.  i didn't realize it but i was in another family's courtyard where i entered.  the couple came outside and were very interested in the seeds and my interest in coming to visit.  it isn't common for people who live in big homes to walk and have genuine relationships with people who live in small homes.. or for people with $ to be close friends with people who don't.  it is the silent prejudice that keeps people apart..

going to visit the neighbors was followed by hanging out late in the afternoon just outside of their home while the kids played together.  as soon as i entered the dirt road i saw the little boy from that family at the end of it, standing by his wall.  he started running toward me and jumped up into my arms!  it was priceless and precious.  this was the first time he initiated the affection.  i've been all over his cute little self, but now he was reciprocating it instantly.  such a sign from God.  i sat on a rock and prayed, greeting passers-by with the local language and a smile.  i saw one guy that we play soccer with.  i listened to a born-again Christian expound his beliefs while inviting me to attend his church services.  and i was bitten continuously by little ants that kept crawling onto my sandals.  at the exact moment we were walking home i see the woman who was asking me about the Baha'i Faith this past weekend -- she and i met at that same neighbor's home when i first bought something there, and so we arranged for her to come today to teach me how to make a traditional ghanaian tomato sauce.  it was simply divine because i haven't been able to call her; somehow i had entered her # into my phone incorrectly.

so today began with this woman's visit.  i wish i had taken a photo of this sauce, or a video of the process.  it was thrilling and beautiful.  we shared a great time together.  later i received a surprise knock at the door from the woman i met where seeds were offered yesterday.  she came to return the bucket that we had filled with cow dung and chicken fertilizer.  she came inside with her baby and asked if i needed anyone to do the cleaning for our home.  i apologized and said i didn't but that we could have a relationship that wasn't around her being my worker.  it could be around sharing, learning from each other, supporting each other, trusting each other.  she opened up to me about her mother and her life of suffering in a way that was a divine message to me: 
O YE RICH ONES ON EARTH!
The poor in your midst are My trust; guard ye My trust, and be not intent only on your own ease.

(Baha'u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)
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O CHILDREN OF DUST!
Tell the rich of the midnight sighing of the poor, lest heedlessness lead them into the path of destruction, and deprive them of the Tree of Wealth.

(Baha'u'llah, The Persian Hidden Words)
this 24 year old mother expressed her suffering with a pure heart, without intending to do so.  i knew i was supposed to be the recipient of her heart's pain.  it touched my heart deeply.  i knew this wouldn't have happened if the crisis with the owner of this compound hadn't occurred.  in fact, everything to do with my neighbors now is a result of that crisis.  it has prompted me more than before to visit and reach out and be a neighbor.

the same confirmation came later this afternoon when we decided to bring banana bread to the woman who taught me how to make the sauce.  we brought enough for her neighbor who is next to us across the street -- a family with 3 children with whom i visited the evening of the incident.  i ended up meeting the woman's mother, walking back up the road to see Mrs. Asare in her car who stops and greets us in front of the other family's house -- the woman's mom then greets Mrs. Asare and they begin speaking in Twi about the banana bread and us knowing each other as Baha'is.  and then we see Mrs. Asare talking with the guards in front of our complex about how to direct the owner to her home for the consultation.  all within 10 minutes time!  so many connections and spiritual forces at work from a simple decision to visit 2 neighbors.

the last sign that occurred today was which book Domani chose for me to read to him tonight.  it was a Max Lucado book, "Just The Way You Are".  it brought tears into my eyes.  i felt like the little girl in the book who feels she doesn't have a special talent, only a good heart.  she ends up to be the one that the king likes immediately.  sometimes i feel so inadequate, so limited in capacity to serve humanity..but i can feel my heart bursting with love for people.  i'm not eloquent or wise or full of knowledge but i love people.. this entire situation has resulted because of my love for the children.  it created a little shaking up of old world standards and is gradually leading the way to an agreement and new possibilities outside of the compound that would not have occurred as quickly or as magically as i feel they are now.

no local children wanted in the compound

we started meeting children in east legon as soon as we went to play soccer and take a walk in the neighborhood.  dyami and domani naturally attract boys through play, while ayana naturally attracts girls through fascination.  the process of getting to know the children has been gradual and focused on joy, good manners and friendliness.  we faced initial requests to come over but at first we said no.  we waited until we had seen the same kids a couple of times while hanging out.  soon we were inviting kids to come and play in the compound.  additional children sometimes came with those we had known.  at the same time we continued to meet children and would let them know they could come by and visit us.  it averaged 6-8 kids at a time.
our empty compound was buzzing with life.  the boys would play hide-and-seek, soccer or penalties.  ayana would roller blade, paint nails, play cards or teach the girls how to make a paper origami basket.  it was innocent and fun.  each time something new was learned, like how to ask politely for water or show their appreciation, or be gentle with the plants.  we talked about having Baha'i classes like Gramma Asare (who some of them know and already attend her classes) and about learning how to read.  before long they were eagerly asking when class would begin or if they could read a book.
most of the time the guards would regulate who could enter and for how long.  at this time no other families were living in the compound.  my kids would come and tell me that the other kids weren't allowed to enter so i had to come and explain that it was ok if there were a lot of them and that i didn't mind.  i argued that no one lived here yet and that they were doing no harm.  i was often compromising for how long they could stay but i insisted that all who were interested in coming in were welcome.  sometimes they were yelled at and denied entering because they weren't considered clean enough.
once one of the families began moving in, we instilled the rule that there would be no hide-and-seek or running around; all of the kids were now staying in our square lot.  the exception to this was this past weekend when this family wasn't yet moved in but stopped by to do some work on the house and observed a group of girls in the pool.  apparently they made a complaint and it was told to me that no black children from the neighborhood would be allowed in the pool, only white children.  this comment infuriated me.  i had spoken to the owner who warned against any danger around the pool, but that it was ok as long as i was there.  i wasn't sure who was complaining -- was it the neighbor, the agent who brought them, the guards or the gardener.  all i knew is that i was complying with safety in numbers and rules by the pool, and was not accepting this imposed prejudicial view on who i can invite to come swim with my children.
on monday, the kids who were regulars were calling for us outside of the compound, wanting to know if we were available -- but they also started to climb the wall and reach the point where the metal security wires are secured.  the gardener and guards came and yelled at the children saying they were not allowed in because of this unsafe act.  i had to once again come outside of the gate and try to explain that even my children make mistakes -- they need a warning to say that if they did that again, then they would not be able to visit.  it felt like the workers were finding an excuse to keep them out.  my view was that the children now know not to do that again or else they will be yelled at and made to go away, so they won't do it again.  the gardener complied and the children were let in to play.  before they left on monday i explained that tuesday was the last day of vacation for my children and that we should have a celebration, however minimal.  so they knew to come around 2pm to enjoy one last afternoon together.
on tuesday, september 6th, 2 children we are closest to came by around 1pm to hang out.  they live next to us and were let in easily.  i had baked brownies and the kids filled up some water balloons.  about 2pm my kids came running inside complaining again that our friends were not being let in and they were being told to go home.  i came outside and listened without understanding the local language while one of the guards spoke seriously to them.  there were atleast 10 of them.  after listening i asked what he said and someone said they were told to go home.  i walked outside, pulling the gate closed behind me and jammed my finger in the doorway.  i was angry.  i asked them to wait patiently while i called the owner.  the gardener was telling me that the owner said i could no longer have any local children come to visit.  i argued that this isn't true; this isn't what she and i talked about; she said i could have them stay in my area once the neighbors started moving in, which i was doing.
as i walked away to call her the gardener handed me his phone.  he had called her for me.  i walked to my backyard and said hello.  when i answered that i wasn't doing well because of what i heard from the gardener, she started yelling at me.  she said she's a business woman and i'm causing her a lot of problems.  she said i'm stressing the guards..the neighbor has complained that many kids were running around..that i shouldn't be having so many kids in the compound..that we in ghana have a standard..that i can invite kids from school over but not these poor children.  she went on and on about issues of unruliness, crime, disease, and trouble to the other families that they'll bring.  she said she wrote a letter for me and she'd like me to leave.  she doesn't want this trouble anymore.  she then stressed that if i want to educate these children i must do it somewhere else.
all of the yelling and images of those children's faces outside of the gate made me overflow with tears as she spoke.  i was being accused of many bad things; i was the person who was causing trouble instead of being of service.  i was the trouble-maker.  my heart was aching with sadness and helplessness.  i felt betrayed, imprisoned, misunderstood, and worst of all unable to serve the children by sharing our life with them.
when the owner finished telling me what she didn't like and how she'd prefer i leave, i asked her if she would please stop yelling at me.  i told her i don't want to leave and that i want to find a point of agreement.  but it only led to her bringing up everything that i was doing wrong.  i said i was willing to cooperate and abide by rules like no one coming over to swim but she insisted on wanting to bring by the letter and then we could talk.
i hung up and wasn't able to talk or look at any of the workers.  i went inside and put some brownies in a ziploc.  i walked through the gate to talk with the children.  i asked them to come around to the side of the compound where no one could see us because everyone was up in my business.  while crying i tried to explain that they weren't allowed to come today and that i didn't know what would happen but that i was very sorry.  i gave them the brownies to share and went inside.  they all looked at me with wonder, not really knowing what i was talking about and happy that i had something sweet to offer them.  a few of them were jr. youth whose mother sells the eggs i buy; it was their first time coming by.  i've seen them everytime i buy the eggs but they hadn't wanted to come for whatever reason -- i had seen them earlier that day and invited them to our 'celebration'.  it broke my heart that this was their first time coming and they were yelled at and not allowed to enter the compound.
once inside the house i really cried.  i cried out to God and with that all-encompassing beseeching for divine assistance.  i was immensely overwhelmed by sadness and helplessness.  i called mrs. asare but i couldn't speak.  she said she would come by immediately.  she and her husband's presence in our home was most comforting.  they have a lot of experience and were very loving and wise.  they said they will talk with the owner and that i shouldn't be sad, that something good will come from this.
i spent most of the day today very quiet, reflecting, praying, trying to 'instantly forgive' and purify my heart of the estrangement that crept in toward those that guard and manage the gardens.  all of my bubbly joy and energy of loving-kindness was swept away and all i was left with was that awful feeling of not being able to trust anyone.  later on in the day mrs. asare called to say she had spoken with the owner.  the owner was thankful to hear from her and her husband, prof. asare.  mrs. asare said she listened to the owner's concerns and fears, and then she invited her to visit to consult about how to find a reasonable agreement rather than have me move out.  mrs. asare explained to me that she intends to create understanding of who we are as Baha'is, how we are striving to serve humanity and contribute to peace through the spiritual education of children...

ghana..part 2: email excerpts

this post is intended to be a collection of email messages i sent to family & friends since living in ghana from may-july.  i realize that i have shared a lot of information & emotions with them over 3 months time, whereas i haven't felt able to sit down and open my heart up on the blog.  i'm hoping that one day i will look back at the blog & be able to see how much growth and change took place from those first 3 months which were especially trying...
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we’re having a difficult time deciding on the house and school, but only because there is so much to consider and it requires a lot of consultation to sort it out.  we feel like God is guiding us all the time as we press onward.  tomorrow dash will come with me to 2 of the schools before he goes to work.  it may end up that we send ayana to a different secondary school than the boys’ primary school.  both are in the local area/neighborhood where we have been looking at houses.  there were no open doors to finding a house near dash’s office; that complicated the search for both a school and home.  i’ve been doing so much driving these 2 weeks (well, the driver is driving but it’s still exhausting).
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finally we’re in a developing nation that feels like it’s developing everywhere. we’re doing well, learning so much every day. it is all good. we’ll meet our first Baha'i on Saturday; he will walk and meet us nearby then we’ll walk back to this guest house. i’m glad this is all happening gradually – i’m already overwhelmed by all of the changes. the biggest is that i can’t drive; i have to have a driver. the second is that the company pays for our rent (taken out of dash’s pay) so we have to work closely with this company all the time, rather than be on our own and figure it out. third is the rarity of anything familiar, from food to roads to schools to the language... it is exciting to be in the midst of it all in one respect. in another it makes me recoil and long for something that doesn’t make my head full of new synapses.
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there are many paradoxes here i think. the biggest is that this is the land of cocoa and coffee beans but you can’t find any good or inexpensive chocolate or coffee!!! if i was into the processing of these raw resources i would develop all kinds of markets here. it makes me want to live another 100 years (not really!) in order to undertake so much of the ‘exigencies’ of the times. but i will be overflowing with children and jr. youth activities before i realize it and there will be just enough time extra to try and grow food, compost and get involved with permaculture at the micro level.
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we’ve been without internet service since Friday (it’s now Thursday). sometimes it feels like a LONG time without being connected; other times it’s as if life is normal without it. it is wonderful to hear about your developments. did Annick tell you we met her older sister, charlotte, here in accra?!! it brought many tears to my eyes (i know, sometimes i’m too sensitive in my heart). she is a beautiful woman and it made me miss Annick so much. then i start to think of SA and it just fills me with sadness. i really miss it. at the same time i feel happy and full of gratitude to be here. it really is the full African experience (for West Africa). the heat, the chaos, the lack of roads, the traditional dresses and clothes, the food, the outdoor markets on every block, the plantain trees, the dirt, the beauty of the people... the National Baha'i Center is very humble; it brought us joy to attend the Feast there. songs were sung by those who are from French-speaking countries, as well as a couple English songs at the end. we learned that there are 600 jr. youth participating in jr. youth groups in this city alone! wow! may 28th will be a festival for all of them to perform songs, dances, etc. – ayana has already been asked to join the youth ‘band’ after they heard her sing. she may sing a solo for the festival but will not be part of the jr. youth group songs since she doesn’t know them well yet...
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we’re still at the guest house. we found a house that we’ll move into in june. it will be in a different area. it is a new house with 3 bedrooms. it’s not big enough to have guests stay comfortably but surely we would arrange something (not that anyone is coming, though there’s a young woman in Durban who promises she’s coming this year!). it’s in a compound with 4 other homes, and has a small pool. pretty cool since it’s the only place we looked at with a pool; it was our 2nd choice but the other place we couldn’t afford. when we move in, we’ll finally settle in and receive the boxes of our belongings from both Durban and America. the house has no storage so i’ll be determined to find a place for everything and throw away the boxes asap so we can enjoy living there. the kids have been having a bit of ‘study time’ each day to keep fresh in their learning. it’s a very long time to be outta school. ayana will benefit the most from studying now because she hopes to do well on her assessment test and perhaps skip the rest of grade 7.
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domani has acquired asthma while here. he started with a bad cough in the night time and quickly started wheezing. we’ve been through quite a crazy process at the clinic – everything is so DIFFERENT! it’s a public clinic but feels almost private; the fees they charge are kinda high so not all Ghanaians go there. it’s definitely cool seeing all the dr’s and nurses, etc. being Ghanaian instead of European. and it’s nice seeing women with babies dressed in the prettiest dresses and head gear. i never see anyone nursing but i wonder how they manage with newborns in those fancy clothes. i was such a mess when i had babies. i never looked nice!! i’m very glad to be past those years.. i look back at photos and i always wore sweatpants and t-shirts with a bun..not exactly attractive.
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I wish the cocoa beans that grow abundantly in this country were made into chocolate here!! there is almost no chocolate to be found, and certainly not the good kind. it’s insidious! the poor farmers vs. the wealthy businessmen. I only want to buy chocolate from the farmers. I wish I had a lot of money to open up a production plant that was owned in part by the farmers – they’d get most of the profits received by the people who want to sell the chocolate.


anyway, I’m not doing anything grand or important these days. just sitting & reading articles about all the good things other people are doing or all the bad things that are happening. i really want to move into our home but it will be another month probably.


dash is becoming immersed in learning about his position (right now back to jo’berg airport from Mozambique).   kids and i hang out at the guest house having homestudy time, developing relationships with the people who work here, and attending various Baha'i activities.   tomorrow we’ll attend the annual jr.  youth festival.   ayana will sing 2 songs, one with a youth who will play the guitar.  we’ll bring 4 local jr.  youth that have shown some interest in the Faith.  kids will begin schools in September – the boys will attend a British Int’l School that’s very small; Ayana will attend a different secondary school that’s also under the British system but it’s a different school.   both are in the area that we found houses.  it’s been a very challenging process and quite hectic with all that is new, different and challenging, but we’re learning a lot and growing a lot while teaching – so we’re well.
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no one’s gotten malaria (yet!).  it feels like a normal African city, full of people selling goods on the streets, carrying goods on their heads, wearing traditional dresses and linens, never wearing socks, and accustomed to the heat.   poor people live by rich people.  the roads are poorly paved – only some are good.  other roads are dirt with lots of rivets, rocks and potholes.   construction is a never-ending reality.  many shops operate out of metal containers.   this city has no big restaurants or hotels like other african cities (like in Tanzania and Mozambique) – it feels like there is no place of beauty to enjoy really unless you go an hour’s drive on very bumpy dirt roads to get to a nice beachside (which we did one day after being invited to a ‘beach resort’ – which was NOTHING like the kind of resort you’d imagine one to be).  yet we are happy and grateful to be in Africa, to be serving in Africa, to feel the African spirit and be surrounded by African hearts.   we don’t have all the goods, foods & conveniences we’re used to in SA but we have internet, electricity, satellite tv, and drums. we are still waiting to move into our house.   after much searching we found one.  it’s a 3 bedroom, simple and new.  not our first choice but nice.   we now need to begin the process of getting it furnished which might take another month.   everything takes longer here. . and really requires patience.   nothing has gone smoothly since our arrival.   even going to the clinic was a fiasco.   yet we are happy!
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we’re beginning to enter the process of having a house furnished.  may take a while and be a crazy process – if only there was a way to skip the traffic, the construction, the chaos. . but really, it’s all just part of the beauty of learning how to live here.  once we live in the house, the kids and I can do most things in that area without experiencing much of the chaos; we’ll shop and go to school in that area.   we’ll attend Baha’I gatherings there whenever possible as well.   dash will still be stuck in the traffic to go to work – well, there’s traffic EVERYWHERE.   no road is wide enough here with all of the cars on the roads.   and many of the roads are falling apart or aren’t paved.   very surprising.  we’ve spent the day playing soccer then doing various projects in our room.   I won the Risk game (with dash’s help!).  we watched Rio together but dash and I started falling asleep – the soccer wore us out.
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we are fine.   enjoying family time together this weekend.  yesterday we brought a jr.  youth with us to run errands and play soccer.   our driver was there, too.   we all went to eat pizza together – the boy didn’t like it and we felt so bad for him.   he never had that kind of food before.   in the car we read 2 lessons from the Kenyan jr.  youth book.   he is eager to learn.  he brought 2 additional friends over yesterday, saying they want to know Who is Baha’u’llah? J  we have very, very little materials with us right now.  we’re just getting by with what we have but it’s fine.   one soul at a time. .  cam cam, ruz bi ruz.   when this jr.  youth brought us to meet his mom last week, we had a little fireside.   the next day he told his pastor about Baha’u’llah.  the following day he came with pamphlets from his pastor about Jesus.   it provided yet another opportunity to proclaim Who Baha’u’llah is, with as much wisdom as i could strive to embody (not easy for me to do in those situations).   i keep longing for details and little stories about kwa mashu and teaching in durban.   we are so happy to hear about one of the jr.  youth from delft who now lives in malmesbury; he is doing wonderful teaching and service all by himself. . and is now being trained (he’s turning 15 in 2 weeks).


dash’s job is great. he loves the work. it’s an incredible field that is taking root in businesses around the world because they are realizing their products must come from a sustainable place (for both the employees’ lives and the earth). i’m really happy for him.  i am still acclimating my soul to Ghana. we wait still to move into a home of our own. we have taught the Faith to those we’ve met here at and around the guest house, and have become close to a few. we spend a lot of time together as a family inside our 2 rooms. we don’t have access to driving ourselves around unless the driver is working during the week, or overtime on weekends, so we have become accustomed to a more simple way of living, rather than doing a lot of exploring, etc. this sometimes means we miss Baha’i gatherings. but soon we’ll move to the house and meet the friends in a different sector, and begin to engage with the core activities.
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the last thing i feel is settled. my weakest link in life here is not being able to freely drive around. it may be a long time before we feel comfortable getting licenses. the company provides a car and driver. we must share the one car. many businesses and organizations here provide drivers because directions, traffic, road conditions and corrupt police make it somewhat formidable to drive as a foreigner (though i’ve seen some and they look so confident doing so). as much as i fight against this situation, the more i find myself going against God’s Will for me at this time. i am striving to appreciate all the benefits it offers (not having to pay insurance or worry about maintenance, bribery, or petrol costs) and not sink into that place of complaint (where i’ve been since we arrived) – i have been in a place of fighting for my independence. i miss being on my own, being able to explore, be free. i think of Abdu’l-Baha explaining how he was free in prison. that’s my goal, to be free internally in a situation that makes me feel a bit imprisoned. i love how i was able to get in the car and go far and explore cape town. this will be the opposite experience. i am preparing myself for being very local and serving at the neighborhood and sector level most of the time. this will be a blessing. the test and difficulty for me will be when i want to go be of service, attend something, or run errands and we feel we can’t ask the driver to work overtime, or i can’t have the car because dash needs it for work. so that’s my biggest test. sounds like nonsense compared to humanity’s struggles and sufferings. i just want to serve and be able to arise. . .
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on our side it’s one thing after another testing our resolve.   it requires intense patience and acceptance, forbearance and searching for understanding and divine assistance.   today i had to deal with Domani’s newly acquired asthma.   the local clinic for middle class folks is incredibly inefficient but it’s close by and the dr.  had already seen him so i needed to go there again before we switch to a better place.   it took more than 3 hours to see the dr.  and get a prescription.   i sit there and feel completely calm about it, trying to help the kids not complain whatsoever, but deep inside i’m not pure-hearted or content with it.   ugh, it’s just one of many, many things.   the guest house has worn us out; we just need to be on our own.   the kids are doing well with their studies, with being basically content with life.   we find joy in the little things, in the simple things, together.  we’re in the process of working with a carpenter to make some shelving units, etc.  it’s tricky working out costs, especially within a budget, but i really appreciate being able to choose what will go into the house (after 3 ½ years of furnished flats).   our home is a very simple one room space downstairs for living room and dining area, with a separate kitchen.   not large, just wide enough to fit basic furniture in.   upstairs is 3 simple bedrooms but the best thing is that each room has it’s own bathroom!!
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i had an image of ghana that was only village life. i know we can’t go up country to live, and it’s not practical anyway, but i do love being near villages where people celebrate their culture in every way, all the time. city life is hectic. but accra in particular is off the charts chaotic. dash traveled to Tanzania and Mozambique and he said their infrastructure was 100 times better than accra. it’s ridiculous really. currently the Chinese are here working on one major highway, but it will take a long time to finish and there are 100’s of roads that are a mess, not even paved. we drove one saturday to a beach that was an hour away. we spent 30 minutes on the bumpiest dirt road leading to the ocean; i’m not kidding, it was the worst road leading to any kind of resort area. it makes you not even want to go there again. dirt roads are fine, but the rivets and holes are what leads to insanity as the car tries to avoid them and continues to shake up and down continuously.
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i miss driving! i miss being free to go and explore, to be on my own, etc. it’s just a struggle that i have to be patient with and know that it’s not forever. it makes me slow down and do things locally – once we move into our home which still hasn’t happened. yhu! the newly built house still isn’t finished with contractor work. once it’s finished we’ll have some walls painted, and then we’ll go to some stores and purchase furniture and kitchenware. we have to buy everything but it will belong to the company; they will reimburse us after we submit receipts. we have to work within a budget. it’s nice to get to choose what we like after several years of moving into furnished flats. our boxes from SA and the US have arrived.
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it’s not easy for me to be this inactive but i’m going through it for a reason. there are many challenges and difficulties about developing cities that are new for me, yet i know it’s all to benefit me. i admire my brothers and sisters who have always been, or who have, accustomed to such material discomforts or disadvantages. i am aware of all my weaknesses here. despite it all, we endeavor to play soccer and get some exercise and stop playing when we’re dripping wet (which occurs rather quickly!); we play Risk or Yahtzee together; we have Sunday night storytelling when we discuss Baha’i stories and the kids show something they’ve memorized, or try to tell a story from memory; we have a good amount of learning time from workbooks and Baha’i books; and we sometimes watch a downloaded movie together.
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today i met with an older Baha’i woman who’s American but has lived in England for 35 years. she’s doing a year of service here for an organization helping widows. she’s staying upcountry in a rural area. aside from missing city life, she expressed what dash and i feel about this country – it’s very hard to live here. it involves many layers of the different aspects of life. . but it was comforting to know we’re not the only ones who find it difficult to live here. and it’s not even hot here yet! it requires a lot of spiritual growth; it’s God’s Will for us to be here. . .
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Domani is well now because of the pump he takes each morning and night; it was scary to see him so unhealthy and not able to run because his lungs were so constricted, but he’s fine with the medicine. you can find a good doctor and medical facility but you may have to drive an hour through traffic to get there.  it’s just crazy in many ways. nothing like south africa. haven’t seen a true hospital like we are used to, but we’re so sick of the typical clinic that we won’t go back. we’re looking for a dr. where we’ll be moving instead of driving a long distance just to see a dr.


we’re getting closer but my mind is still wrapped around trying to organize and figure out how to proceed with what still needs to be done (like ordering curtains to match with all the measurements and fabric). i have faced difficulties today with a carpenter; miscommunication and difficulty is explaining (even with photos) what we’d like done. i’m glad dash is able to take some time off from being at the office yesterday and this upcoming monday so i can spend a little time sorting through the details at some stores while he stays at home with the kids.
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we’re very far removed from the july 4th holiday and summer vacation. we are very much into the women’s world cup, though, which is fun for dash and the kids. i enjoy it, too, but more as a background to what else i have going on. i really like the area where our house is. i like how it’s an area unto itself and less connected with city congestion; i like seeing a herd of cows once in a while and being able to walk down the street to get some local goods. overall, though, i’m not impressed with accra. it certainly hasn’t captured my heart. i find it far from what people said about it – that the people are SO friendly. ugh, i think so far my experience is one that tires me more than gives me energy – and it’s not even the hot season.
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i cried today (not exactly a new experience) when we watched a special program about the world cup in south africa. i can’t shake the sadness when i see the photos, feel the culture, hear the music and remember the friends. it made me write the kids a long letter. we’ll send it next week. this is my 3rd letter since the end of april. i am rotating who it gets sent to (i saved their addresses from Baha’i school). the last one was a compilation of Selections for the jr. youth in preparation for becoming youth. this one is just a heart to heart.

ghana..part 1

as i walked down the road recently to buy eggs from an outdoor, wooden stand, i felt happy and grateful to be living in this neighborhood. i reminisced about how i've longed to live amongst african people and how i couldn't really do that in south africa. here, in east legon -- a neighborhood in the outskirts of accra -- i walk past gated homes and old, worn out small homes without walls, right next to each other. i see big metal pots cooking food, locally made foods being sold, corn growing almost wildly in yards, chickens and goats roaming around, dirt roads riveted with potholes adjacent to paved roads, and lots of inquisitive ghanaians referring to me as 'ibruni' (non-ghanaian).


i'm enjoying a lot of local things that are different: the soap that's smooth and sturdy..the hot peppers that are green and red..the big pots of bulk corn kernels being sold at outdoor markets..the sound of goats, cattle or chickens roaming nearby..and sobolu leaves for making a sweet but blood-cleansing drink.

life is so different here than anything i've ever experienced that it's hard to sum it up or give enough examples. i find that it's taken me this long, 3 months, to write about how i really feel, or what it's truly like to live here. the first 2 months in the guest house were like living in a bubble that was a world within itself. it is the company's place for employees to stay before they find a place of their own, like us. the company is almost all Indian so the food cooked is Indian. it was ok but got old after a month. the house itself, and all of its issues, took their toll on me. the toilet smelled everyday despite being cleaned more than 1 time a day; dinner wouldn't be served until 7:30 so the kids had to go to sleep on full tummies; the air conditioner didn't work properly; the electricity constantly went out and often the generator didn't work because of low fuel; the internet connection was disturbed everytime the electricity went out and for almost the entire 2 months was not working (we were able to get on after receiving a stick from the company); the mosquitos constantly came into the house because the doors were always kept open downstairs -- which made them spray heavy amounts of fuming bug spray on a daily basis; the cooks had an attitude with us when we requested something like eggs in addition to what they had already prepared; the water pressure was turned off almost every day so each morning or afternoon we had to send one of us downstairs to ask it to be turned on again (while one of us would be waiting in the shower); and for a month the laundry was still still damp from all of the rain that it would begin to smell once put in our bags (the worst being the towels which we had to exchange almost daily).

we arrived at the guest house at midnight on april 30th. by may 2nd we were introduced to our driver -- the driver who is paid by the company & who is assigned to us. this turned my stomach to such an upset state for over a month that i felt like i was having a war within me. it disturbed me to the core to not be able to  drive in this country. i felt trapped. i felt like i lost all my independence and way of life. i allowed my mind to wander in a dark valley of loss, wishing i could just get in a car and go, explore, be on my own, stop spontaneously, and be free. this theme still lingers in me but it has been replaced with a certain sense of genuine appreciation. our driver, augustin, has been incredibly helpful in this long transition. he's been a source of directions, translation of the local language, negotiating prices while shopping, physical assistance with our belongings, running errands for us on his own, and enabling us to not be stressed or concerned at all about the roads, the police, the traffic and all of the chaos of this city.  he's become a part of our family life to some extent.  what's most significant about him is that he's trustworthy -- we feel comfortable and free around him because we have no doubt as to his integrity.  this enables us to give him $, to have him be with our kids without us around, and to be able to rely on him in many ways.

Baha'i family life

this morning Ayana and Domani were creating a melody to a Selection they are trying to memorize from the Baha'i Writings: 

"If man be imbued with all good qualities but be selfish,
all the other virtues will fade or pass away and eventually he will grow worse."

it was a scene that was melting with sweetness and purity of heart.  they repeated the words until they were in harmony while Domani beat the drum softly to a simple rhythm.  we have been talking about what it means if the insistent self takes over and dominates over our higher or spiritual nature.  it is like a bird that cannot soar.  the self in us is like a heavy weight that needs subduing so that our soul can grow in spiritual powers and rise above our lower nature.

reading from Brilliant Star, a Baha'i magazine for children
this kind of dialogue with our children is a daily exercise of how we all continue learning gems of wisdom as we focus on the Word of God for this Day.  as parents we have an inescapable duty to spiritually educate our children, training them to become adults that are servants of humanity, able to contribute to an ever-advancing civilization that is distinguished by pure and holy deeds, high-minded and noble pursuits, and a rectitude of conduct that befits man's dignity.

our family life is one big process of learning as we are striving to serve, reflecting on the Baha'i Writings, and consulting with each other about how to handle each swelling wave of difficulty as it arises.  we make many mistakes.  we are rarely at a place of ease or simplicity.  most days are full of complexity and great effort to be patient, to listen, to be fair, to treat them all as unique individuals, to help them understand who they are as a soul and not a body with a mind, and to teach them how to manage the many, many negative forces at work in the world today -- immorality, indecency, permissiveness, materialism, prejudice, selfishness and violence...

it is by the grace of God that we are able to raise our children.  it is this grace which assists us as we strive to abide by the Will of God, to be unified in consultation, to humble ourselves before the Almighty One, to be steadfast as Baha'is and serve His most glorious Cause of Oneness.

"permaculture: a quiet revolution"

i am not a permaculturalist.  but i know it's the solution for the world's ecological, economic and social crises.  it's rooted in honoring and supporting Nature's systems, protecting its particular diversity within each region, channeling its forces, designing our structures and systems based on its principles, conserving vs. wasting energy and money, and creating environments in which food production and sustainable ways of living are enhanced.

there is a short film called, Permaculture: A Quiet Revolution, that is a great way to introduce oneself to the vital necessity of transforming our lives and communities to conform to permaculture principles.  to me it's the most exciting sign of a new world civilization in the making.


girls in the Northern Province of South Africa benefitting from a permaculture project


favorite friends from Delft

our days in cape town were the best days of our lives.  what immense joy we all shared together!  this is one of many photos capturing the silly moments -- making faces for the camera depending on what mood we asked them to portray.

our kids feel like these friends are their brothers and sisters.  truly as family.  the closeness we share is divine.  it's not limited to this world.  it is bound by God's love.

until life takes off on a new path, i find myself longing to be with these souls in delft.  i feel like they are my children.  it makes my heart sad being away from them.  it broke my heart again when recently one of them said over the phone, 'so, we're never going to see each other again, are we?'

The heart is a divine trust

We are living in a world in which it's almost impossible to escape the trappings of a material identity of one's self. The essence a...