School Bells

As the school bells ring back home, they are also ringing here.  Our class “Conflict Transformation and Reconciliation” officially starts this Saturday.  The syllabi, power point and handouts are ready to go!  We keep thinking how easy this would be if we were able to present in English, but unfortunately that is not our reality.

 

We have both been reading through “Pedagogy of the Oppressed” and have been discussing and contemplating the teaching methodology of Paulo Freire.  This teaching style definitely is more inline with our views on the educational system.  We plan to promote learning by empowering our students through facilitating learning circles, reflective questioning and using other creative teaching techniques.

“People are resources, not recipients.” –Paulo Freire

We are anxious and fearful to begin the class, but excited to take this step.  We would appreciate your positive thoughts and prayers!

And I thought I would throw in a couple of fun pictures from our last couple of weeks.  Enjoy!

   

We love our little friends Adria and Alessia.  I can’t get over how big Alessia has gotten.  Remember here and here?  Their new brother will be arriving shortly!

 

We had our previous host mom and her family over to our new place.  We enjoyed a night of conversation, food and a birthday celebration with “magic trick” candles!

 

Here is Kevin playing some ball with the neighbor kids.  Slam dunks are a bit easier on this hoop!

 

Have I told you all how much I love my flowers?  Here are some recent blooms, which reminds me I still need to show you pictures of our new garden.  More of that in a later post.

Los Quinchos

I (Kevin) ventured to the small town outside of Nicaragua known as El Barrio del Cruz and met up with a young man named Francisco. A graduate of the Los Quinchos program, Francisco has spent the last nine years of his life giving back to the organization that made such an impact on his life.

Since that first meeting, Francisco and I have spent two days a week working with the youth together, sharing our stories and developing a friendship. The Los Quinchos program begins right here in Managua. Their outreach house, known as The Filter House, situated in one of the most notorious neighborhoods in Managua, invites youth in from the street, offering three meals a day, a comfortable bed and the opportunity to take classes (they would not have the money necessary to pay even the basic school fees). In exchange for this opportunity the staff at the Filter House ask only that the youth hand in the drugs in their possession at the door. The time that I have spent here has been tough. Watching young kids go through withdrawals from drugs is difficult, some leave because it is overwhelming and others stay as they go through the pain.

In El Barrio del Cruz their are two homes, one for boys and the other for girls, places used as another point of transition from one life to the next after a youth is ready and wants to leave The Filter House and begin a new life. These homes allow the youth an opportunity to get out of Managua, attend a private school and the chance to develop friendships with youth who once lived on the street and are trying to make changes in their life. Here Francisco and I teach art classes at the girls home (for those of you who do not know--I am a horrible artist with little to no ability). This means that most of my time is spent building relationships with the girls - asking them about their lives, hearing their stories, their likes and dislikes and talking to them about their hopes and dreams. The Los Quinchos program offers this opportunity to the youth as a point of starting over and developing a new style of living, hoping to provide the youth with something tangible and positive that they can do with their lives.

On my first visit to The Filter House I was hassled for money by a man who appeared to be about sixty. I later learned that this man was actually Francisco's age, only thirty years of age.  The two men had actually entered the Filter House together, Francisco stayed and he did not. As we talked the man stood a little ways away. Affected by his many years of drug use, he looked much older than he was. Soon he was down on all fours playing with the dogs on the street. Francisco wept and said in Spanish, "we all have choices in life, choices we may not understand we even have, we need to help these kids see that there is something more to life than what they now know."

Half a Decade

This past weekend Kevin and I celebrated a half a decade of marriage.  It had been five years since I walked down the aisle with my mom & dad at my side and said “I do” to the one that I loved (and still do).  It was a violently rainy day, but lovely, one that was shared with so many that we love.

These last five years have been marked with laughter, joy, frustration and learning.  But I have always had a faithful one by my side.  And now we are here together living out this dream that we discussed in our very first encounter. Here is to another five years and hopefully many more!

Here are some fun reminders of our day…

 

i vow that

this poem is being posted with permission from Long Miles Coffee Project.  on my tougher days, this is a fabulous reminder of why I am here.

Dear woman,

Life is too short not to move to that place,

or make that change,

or learn that scary skill.

Give. Love. Serve. Create. Empower. Learn.

Do what it takes.

Do the hard work to live the life you want.

(par exemple, parler en français)

It’s painful to make changes.

They can bruise you,

but you will  have a full life because you…

moved

risked

desired

created

and

loved.

Let your life be a testimony to the things you believe in,

not the things you have indulged in..

It’s good to “live a little,”

but don’t ever let it rule you.

Live your life to protect and empower the things that you love.

It’s tough, but it is a life of no regrets.

A life to be proud of.

That’s what you’re pushing so hard for.

A life your children will admire.

Live with a freedom that radiates from within…

and a responsibility that empowers those around you.

Remember,

you once lived without all this.

Without

purpose…

and it’s value rescued you.

So shoot some film,

love your God,

kiss that family,

and do the good that you love

in the place that

you

are.