Wednesday, January 15, 2014

From Within

For some reason I'm finding myself in a very contemplative state. While it's quite normal for me to walk around with many things on my mind. You know it's bad, when the guy two lanes over is gently coaxing you to get your head out of the clouds, so as not to hit a stray pedestrian.

Lake Poway, CA
Obviously, part of my sudden need for soul searching and introspection is caused by the whirlwind of changes that have fashioned themselves to my being. A month ago, I was in Chile, living among friends and family. Alternatively, a month ago the carpet was yanked from under my feet and I was stripped of the comfort that comes from being familiar with faces, places, and routines. I'm now underemployed, living at home, and facing a few impending medical issues.

Happy New Year! Jamarko's all grown up!
Trying to distill my exact emotions has always been a tricky area for me. However, despite the overwhelming feeling of pressure to perform --largely due to an untimely change of circumstances-- I don't feel anxious. Well, not completely, that is. Uncertainty, as far as I'm concerned, just is. I've seen its snarling face and fallen into its menacing clutches before. Yet somehow I'm not afraid. This time I'm not gonna worry 'bout it. I guess, it really does get a little easier, the older you get. Or tolerable.

It would be easy to complain, and I definitely have. Sorry to my ears out there, who have had to listen to me talk about those things. However, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how silly I sound/ed?

My new friend Angel, the hiking cuckatoo.
Gaviota Peak, por fin!!!
As I sit in the room that I once ecstatically proclaimed was mine, I can't help but wonder who lives here. After seven years of only residing in our house on the quiet cul-de-sac in Oak Park, for at best three months at a time, it all just seems foreign. The joy that I once felt when finally I had my own room, in our own house. Prior to this cozy residence, we lived in a little apartment in Clairemont. Prior to that, we had lived with friends, who opened their home to us, as we got back on our feet. After rearranging the furniture and fusing elements of childhood, college, and present my room is still a HOT mess. --Seriously, my room is the warmest/coldest in the house, how did this happen?! --I digress, but at least now it's my HOT mess.

Sunset in Santa Barbara, CA

In the meantime, while I network and scrap for job opportunities, I've taken to reading some pretty interesting books and enjoying the life I do have. Life's too short not to go hiking, dancing, or outside to feel the sun's sweet kiss.

 My predictions and hopes are that this year will be one of internal struggle and definition. Let's go 2014, I'm ready for you.

I love my slightly, off balanced life!!!

Friday, December 20, 2013

Who is She?

Well, after just a week of being back in the US, I've felt the pinch of reality and my sense self wane in this familiar but strange land. Due to serious technical difficulties the last leg of Chile will have to remain as wild and free as you're willing to make it.

Cavancha Beach

Jellies Everywhere !!

Iquique: Clear waters, white sand, and dry brown mountains enclose the small but bustling beach town of Iquique. As the hot sun bears down on Cavancha Beach, it's the perfect day to sit and reflect on the end a pretty big personal accomplishment. Breaking only to take a dip in the pleasantly warm, jellyfish infested water and to eat at a small sandwich shop I have taken a liking to called Ola Tsunami Sandwich shop.


Leaving the Desert
San Pedro 

In eight months, I have learned about people, myself, and life. I've learned that the English language is fascinating and excruciatingly difficult all at the same time. I've learned that teaching is really fun, despite the difficulties that you will face. Lastly, I've learned that although it would be hard to live so far from family, my family in Chile-by which I mean my host family, friends, students, and teachers-would make it worth it.


Laguna Chaxa


My time in Chile, helped me remember something I have a tendency to forget. Life isn't what happens to you. Life is many things: complicated, painful, and colorful. However, life isn't a spectator sport, it's a participatory one. It's choices, consequences, and actions. Life is great, if you let it be. We are free to change and leave our demons behind. Hopefully, we remember the shadows in our lives so that they don't resurface anew. We are free to love or not love, and to laugh heartily. But it's up to you.

Laguna Miscanti

Cerro Santa Lucia

Santa Cristobal
Eight months, slowly thawed and finally got through the ice that had numbed my ability to be me. The warmth of the people and their love for me, healed me, and is preparing me to love others.

San Pedro de Atacama: It's frickin hot. The Atacama desert is beautiful, and true to description dry and arid. Volcanoes rise in the distance across the salt flats. Laguna Cejar gives us chance to cool off in the salty water, which lets you float without effort. Three types of flamingos reside in the salt flats in the reserva we visit: James, Chilean and Andino (andean). The Chilean flamingo, our guide and self-proclaimed Nicholas Cage of the Atacama says, is the easiest to find because it's always dancing cueca.



As I board an overnight bus to Santiago, the hours begin slipping away. I'm going 'home', whatever that word means. I worry. Will I remember who I am? Will I know where I belong? Will people know me?

My name is Jameisha Washington. I am a woman, daughter, sister, friend, athlete, teacher, doctor, comedian, punchline, cook, and so many things. In each season of life, I will always be me and the stories I live. 

 

Thanks for reading, miss all of you in Chile. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. Lots of love.



Monday, December 2, 2013

The First Fake Ending

Dearest Friends,

Thanks for all of your support so far, this is going to be rather short and bland as compared to my previous efforts. At the moment I'm writing you from the arid beach town of Iquique. After spending much time at the end of the world, I've headed to the northern regions of Chile. At the moment I still expect to be home December 11, 2013.

We arrived in Santiago, November 29, 2013 and as soon we walked into Balmaceda airport things seemed different. Adam, Pawel, and I were getting on a plane to Santiago. We made small talk, "How were your goodbyes? How exciting is this?!?!" Yeah. It's exciting. However, it feels a lot like I just left home, not like I'm going home. Walking around the sprawling city of Santiago, I felt like a zombie, this isn't my home and it's so freaking hot. Oh yeah, it's hot and we walked around the city like people stuck in a different time. Intermittent conversations helped pass the time, however it felt awfully like those of people forced together by time and space. The fact is, Coyhaique has stolen my heart. Reflecting on my experience with other volunteers made realize the magnitude of my decision to come to Chile. When I went to Uganda, I knew I was coming back and that I was only studying. Here, I was living. I am a member of the community.

Iquique: After a ridiculously long 26 hour bus ride, largely filled with landscapes vaguely reminiscent of California, we made it. It's pleasantly warm, and as we speak 10:30pm my time, I'm still comfortable in my sundress. Watching the waves crash of the ocean, makes me think of San Diego. After, cooking dinner, my plans of a vegetarian meal were interrupted, as an older gentleman offered me fresh caught and cooked fish. He's from Basque country and his accent is a little hard to understand. Well here's to the life of intrigue and circumstance. Let the first fake ending of this adventure live on. Pictures soon, I promise. I plan on

Lots of love,
Jameisha

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Change of [ ]

I can't believe it. I really can't. It's been eight months. Eight months, since I cashed out, shed tears, skipped town, and left everything I know behind.

It's amazing how fast the heart can change. I went from simply liking, to obsessed, to slight/extreme dislike (winter), to infatuation. 

What could it be that causes me to feel like this? 

Do I have to leave? No, I should stay. People need me here. I need people here. Can I stay? No, I should leave. People need me there. I need people there.

Love. 

Outside of Manihuales, Chile

I love the fact that my face hurts often from smiling. I love that my students, rush to me for high fives, secret handshakes, and whatever else. I love that my host mom and can sit and talk about pretty much everything, despite my still limited vocabulary. I love empanadas, kuchen, and lentejas. I love that I have family all over the world, but it doesn't make it easier.

I've started packing, but I can't stay focused for too long. Something holds me back. I know that eight months is a very short time in comparison to the twenty-four years I've been around. However, here we are again, on the cusp of adventure and I feel like I'm leaving my family again.

_________
And now a couple letters:

Queridos Familia y Amigos de Chile,

Gracias por todo. Son asombrosos y generosas. Mi familia es más grande y pienso que estoy mejor porque yo les conozco. Espero que ser como la gente aquí con corazones grandes y todavía más grandes sonrisas. Queiro a recordar los sentimientos de felicidad y alegria que senti con mis amigos y familia chilena. Estoy diciendo nos vemos por un ratito. Gracias otra vez. No puedo creer que es el momento de dejar.

Con gran amor,
J

Dear Family and Friends in the USA,

Thanks so much for supporting me thus far. It's been an amazing journey, and it's hard to believe that it's ending. But let's be honest, this isn't the end, just another beginning. I'm coming home really soon. To be exact, I fly in December 11. As I transition back to living in the US, please be patient with me. I want to see you all and tell you everything. However, I ask for a little time to figure out what's happening. But on a side note, I will be in need of a job soon, so if you know anyone who's hiring, feel free to drop a line.

With Love,
J

Nos vemos Pronto Chile (See you Soon, Chile)


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Going Sola

 On Monday, I went to Puerto Ibanez (1.5 hours south) to work with the kids in the more rural part of our region. I judged a Spelling Bee and Singing Festival. Here's what happened:

After lunch I walked into Aonikenk's auditorium and felt the eyes of the excited students watching my every step. Just audible, a student says,"Hello."

Detour.

"Well, hello everyone. How are you today?" I reply.

A wave of,"I'm fine" follows. Then we learn each others names and sing the alphabet. "Tia, tia, que canciones tu sabes de California?! Auntie/auntie, what songs do you know from California?!" asked one little boy.

"Hmm. There are so many! Do you know Hotel California?" Strike one. "California girls?" Strike two. "Do you know Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes?" Winner winner chicken dinner.

So in the unusually warm weather for Patagonia, together we sing and do the motions to Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. Their smiles and the laughter are things that make it worth it. Maybe I should be working with Basico/Elementary Age.

Puerto Ibanez, Chile

Friday, was yet another day of traveling but this time in the other direction to Puerto Cisnes (2-3 hours north). Here, Pawel and I served as MC's for the first Annual Singing in the Rain Festival. A clever name, as Puerto Cisnes is a pretty rainy place. I've never been an MC, nor do I think I have amazing stage presence. But alas, years of learning how to laugh at myself, karaoke nights, REJ duties, and Model United Nations have all paid off. The event was a huge success, the director told me I made it look easy (aw shucks), and I ran into a few students I know from Winter Camp.

Saturday, the sun was out early and the sky was nearly cloud free. Today's is going to be a great day I thought. The plan: revisit Queulat, finally see Ventisquero Colgante, and hitchhike back to Coyhaique.
We hiked 3-4 mi. into Queulat, to go hiking in Queulat. Warm up?

Queulat Round 2
As Pawel and I went our separate ways—me, 30 minutes farther into Queulat, him, off into the Enchanted Forest—the adventure began.

Cool, ok. It'll be nice to be alone right? Yeah, definitely!...said no one ever. Pretty much all of our time as singles is spent alone or tagging along with our married or relationship-ped counterparts. We are indeed social creatures and like company.

Yet, I feel similarly to my friend Ashlee, and am each day coming to the same epiphany. Mainly, that in a society that is eagerly clinging to connectedness in social media and very community-centered, that it's ok, if not necessary to be comfortable alone. Read what Ashlee has to say here: I Have A Feeling This Is Going to be the Best Year Ever.

After a grueling hour or so, I made it to the mirador/viewpoint, sweat pouring from the weight of my pack. I set my pack on the bench and sat quietly in front of the famous Ventisquero Colgante. Wow, this is amazing. I rested, eyes closed so as to enjoy the chirping of the birds and sound of rushing waters. When I reopened my eyes, a little bird had hopped next to me and everything was so peaceful. I didn't have to rush off, talk to anyone, or care about anything I didn't want to. And all that time I didn't feel lonely.

Ventisquero Colgante, Queulat

Surprise yourself by being alone, intentionally. It's might be weird or challenging at first, but I find it very rewarding. For example, you can practice different accents without being made fun of.

Speaking of surprising today I received a Halloween card from Sarah Beene! Best way to start a rainy Tuesday, and also a timely reminder that I'm never alone, not even at "el fin del mundo/the end of the world." Thanks Sarah!

Just witching you a happy Halloween!- Sarah

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Milwaukee Blue and Something Journey Said

First off, a quick shout out to all of you, where ever you are, for reading these posts. You guys are great and so important to me. Also, thanks everyone for asking me questions that help me process and appreciate my experiences in Chile and elsewhere.

Puerto Cisnes, Chile

After spending fours days away from internet, alarm clocks, and obligations I am happy to be home, although probably more exhausted than before. In four days, we traversed curvy unpaved roads, forests, beaches, rivers, glaciers, and lakes a plenty. The serene countryside was teeming with new life and as testament calves and lambs scamper around in the open pastures.

If you don't know already, then you probably should know now that one of my favorite musicians is City and Colour. I have become ever more aware of this as the crew inserted several references and jokes to remind me of my not-so-secret obsession.

I spent the weekend with three friends that I know from living in Coyhaique and teaching English. There's not that many young teachers and even less who are young and teach English. So anyways the group consisted of two boys, El Jefe/Boss Man and Nip the Sleepnificent, and two girls, Sweet Mass and yours truly JJ the jet/Mowgli/Jameish!/Washington. I'm pretty sure a splendid time was had by all, even though at times there was an excess of drama, which I take responsibility for. Basically, hopping out of the car with no money, no phone, no meeting spot, and no layers wasn't my most brilliant idea to date.

Puyuhaupi, Chile

The weekend started with an overnight drive to Puerto Cisnes. After rolling into town and checking out the waterfront, we began asking around for places to camp. Once this was accomplished we listened to music and shared stories until eventually turning in for the night. On awaking, I couldn't help but be excited, this weekend's going to be great. I've been trying to get to Puerto Cisnes, since June, however I heard that travel would be difficult then because of rain, etc. Finally, we made it.

Skipping ahead after a quick breakfast and refueling in Puyuhaupi, we headed for our main destination. Raul Marin Balmaceda which is part of the Palena-Queulat Basin and faces the Pacific. I know I've said it before, but I have to say it again. I love being near the ocean and for that matter large bodies of water, they always remind me of home. It was the perfect time to think and just be as we were the only people around in the small town. That night once with our host Miriam was amazing. She told us how until a few years ago no one in RMB had cell phones and that to this day there's no full time doctor. Talk about rural.

Bonfire at the Beach: Sweet Mass and I


A bonfire on the beach complete with dancing to grooves anyone who grew up in the 90's should appreciate (the Macarena!) was a great way to wrap up our short time in RMB. It was during this glorious dance party that I played a song by City and Colour. Earlier I was telling Sweet Mass that she might like his music. El Jefe, took this juicy nugget of information and threw it in almost every conversation. All in good fun, the jokes continued because El Jefe talks about Milwaukee as much as I talk about City and Colour. His fascination, Milwaukee's the country, right? As we explained that Milwaukee was geographically and demographically pretty far from what we deem country, his love for this industrious town remains unshaken.

Raul Marin Balmaceda


 We decided to leave early, so that we could head back visit some hot springs, and still spend a full day visit Queulat National park. Queulat has been on my mind since I came across it on the map, and our beautiful rain hike did not disappoint. When people think of Patagonia, they think Torres Del Paine. I'm sure Torres del Paine is amazing, but this region is just as beautiful. The relatively small amount of human traffic makes gives you a chance to take your time and admire the beauty. The rush of the rivers, misty rain, and wind welcome kindred spirits to get lost. At the end of the The Encanted Forest Trail was the following:

Glaciers

Melting snow plummets and refreezes, what?

Checking out the Greenery
 Don't Stop Believing
As much as I'm loving the adventures and geographical wonders of Chile, the highlights of the past few weeks have been more personal. As I talked to el Jefe prior to the trip, he asked a rather simple question: Why would you believe in God? Point blank, I really didn't know what to say to him. Although, I really don't know if it would've mattered because he also said that believing in God was like believing in unicorns.

Believing in something is hard to do, probably because it requires us to rely on something outside of ourselves and leaves us pretty vulnerable. Often undefined variables or traditions are central to beliefs. Now, I think I'm beginning to understand my own struggles and those of many around me. The apparent success of individual effort, the lack of evidence, or on occasion the blatant failure of traditions work to foster skepticism and doubt.

But believing isn't a trait of the strictly spiritual. Human life depends on believing. Languages, math, and science all require believing. Lesslie Newbigin says, "One does not learn anything except by believing something, and -- conversely -- if one doubts everything one learns nothing. On the other hand, believing everything uncritically is the road to disaster. The faculty of doubt is essential. But as I have argued, rational doubt always rests on faith and not vice versa. The relationship between the two cannot be reversed." Think about Pythagorean's theorem. For some of you rocket scientist types it might've have been easy, but in my mind it was not. Yet I trusted Mr. G that the hypotenuse would equal the square root of the sum of the adjacent (squared) and opposite (squared) sides. I didn't know why it worked but it did.

It's hard to get on board with something, when there's no guarantee, but it's essential to our learning. The fact that we can communicate and figure out complex systems of understanding like geometry, proves that we can all do it. Doubt also has it's place, but to doubt something we have to at least consider that it can be true. In closing as Journey once said, "Don't stop believing, hold on to that feeling".

Well that's all for today. Til next time, stay pensive my friends.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

If Everyday Was Halloween

Well, it's that time of the year again. When ghouls and goblins, princesses, super heroes and other candy fiends take the streets in search of haunt, horrors, and of course that good old sugary goodness. As you might know, I'm currently living in Chile. Although, Chile is starting to embrace Halloween more, and there is candy at the super market, but not to the extent of the US. It's really pretty relaxing to be somewhere Halloween isn't that big a deal. Yes, parts of me are pretty sad, because I really would like to carve a pumpkin, make a costume, and hang with friends and family. But another part of me is grateful, if not relieved. I'm happy to be farther away from the temptation of buying tons of 'things'.

Spring Sing '11
Although we get the day off, it's not because of Halloween. It's for November 1st, All Saints' Day. Yet another 4-day weekend, teaching is awesome! Especially now that it's spring.

It's often said that Halloween is the one day you can dress up in whatever you want. No one can judge you or say anything about it. As I was walking to school, I thought about what I could dress up as or be for Halloween. Well I have this and I have that, I said to myself. No that just won't do. Then I thought, what if I were me for Halloween? If I'm being honest I've worn masks and disguises pretty much every day of my life. Many days it's sarcasm, some times it's confidence, and every now and then it's just me.



What if I was someone with very really insecurities? What if I was the Jameisha Washington who looks in the mirror and sees so many problems? What if I was the Jameisha Washington who, when told by her Chilean host mom, "Eres un poco mas gordita. You've gained some weight", became offended and sad? Since that day, I have talked and laughed about it with my host mom. We even talked about how culture really dictates what's beautiful, and how important it is for parents, teachers, and role models to help youth appreciate more than just physical beauty. What if instead of pretending to be happy, I told people I'm hurting?

This is not a bash on Halloween. I like Halloween and hope you all have the best Halloween ever with family, friends, and complete strangers. As for me though, I'm just going to be me and accept the fact that even though I'm not perfect, I'm perfectly me. Here's to a more honest life.

Happy Halloween!!! Be safe everyone. As for me, this weekend I plan on jumping into the ocean. Wish me luck, it's going to be freezing! Catch you on the flip side.

So going to Robot Food in this photo!


If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear the costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween. -Doug Coupland