Monthly Archives: November 2013

Giving Thanks for All Y’all … and for Malawi!

I guess this means I'm in the autumn of my years...

I guess this means I’m in the autumn of my years…

In the last few weeks, I’ve celebrated my 60th (gulp!) birthday in Atlanta, Denver and Minneapolis (why stop with just one city?) and that, along with the impending Thanksgiving holiday, has given me occasion to reflect on all the things I’m grateful for.

Me & my friend Eman, whom I haven't seen for 25 years - in Target's HQ in Minneapolis

Me & my friend Eman (whom I haven’t seen for 25 years) in Target’s HQ in Minneapolis

I have to say, I feel blessed in almost every possible way. Sure, my muscle tone and mental acuity may be rapidly waning, but I’ve still got a Jack Palance-like grip on my Denver friends from 40 years ago (I refuse to let them go, no matter how much they try)… plus all my friends from Philadelphia (you know who you are)… and my newest and dearest friends from Atlanta. Plus my own humongous family, of course. And if that’s not an embarrassment of riches, I don’t know what is.

Speaking of friendship, I’m also reminded that this time last year, I was in Malawi with my friend Patti Ross, as part of my global travels with Heifer Internationalfamily

patti w kiddiesMalawi is one of the poorest countries on earth, yet it’s also known as the Warm Heart of Africa. girl in green

The people we met were memorable in the extreme…woman

…from the Heifer staff to women farmers to kids in the village  — lady farmer

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mom & childI can still see their faces and feel the force of their personalities as vividly as if it were yesterday.

3 kids

Not to mention a memorable feast day of cooking in the village of Mchinji that I will only mildly recreate this Thursday.

Lots of supervision on shelling peanuts...

Lots of supervision on shelling peanuts…

Struggling to get the nsima perfect...

Struggling to get the nsima perfect…

Plenty to be thankful for...

But so much to be thankful for…

So this holiday season, when you have your family and friends gathered around, I hope that you will remember Heifer in your giving …goat…for my friends in Malawi, and for all the families around the world who are hoping and praying for your generous gift of an animal.groupHappy Thanksgiving, thanks a million for being such loyal readers, and I love you!

Local frangipani ... glorious!

Local frangipani … glorious!

More posts on beautiful Malawi:

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/11/26/muli-bwanji-malawi/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/11/29/2-goats-for-janet/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/12/03/the-many-ecological-wonders-of-leonards-world/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/12/06/moving-into-positive-in-malawi/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/12/09/what-i-cooked-in-malawi/

papaya in wind

 

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A look back at Cambodia.

wowThe first time I was in Cambodia, in 2005, I disliked it intensely. It was the end of the dry season and the land was parched and brown, as if nothing had ever lived there. My friend Martha and I stayed in a fancy tourist hotel and went outside the resort only to visit the famous temples of Angkor Wat. The heat was so intense, and the beggars & cripples in the streets so aggressive, it sapped my interest in seeing the countryside or meeting the people. Despite the wonders of the temples, it was an unpleasant experience overall, and I never wanted to go back.

Pretty much my tourista view of Cambodia, the first time.

Pretty much my tourista view of Cambodia, the first time.

However, when I went to Cambodia with Heifer last year, it was an entirely different experience. (And this is why you should never hold on to prejudices about countries you’ve only visited briefly — or in an utterly touristy fashion.)

For starters, I met the people I really wanted to get to know.mother & childAnd then there was the fact that everything – and I mean EVERY single living thing– in the countryside was bathed in green. And water. greenCambodia is geographically shaped like a bowl, so in the rainy season, water collects in the center and seeps out everywhere. The rice paddies were swollen with their watery harvest…rice field

…and children everywhere along the road were splashing happily and joyfully in the ubiquitous ponds.picking lotusI got to really talk to the people I met in the villages, and understand some of their tragic history on a deeply personal level.

Pream Sui, survivor of a forced marriage to a Khmer Rouge soldier - and beautiful grandmother.

Pream Sui, survivor of a forced marriage to a Khmer Rouge soldier – and beautiful grandmother.

I saw the work Heifer was doing to mend communities, bring people together to work alongside each other, and heal ancient rivalries with the amazing gift of animals . water buffalo

mom & chickies

pigs

A brood of guinea fowls.

A flock of guinea fowl.

And I came to adore Heifer’s country director, Keo Keang, who traveled with me every day to the villages and towns where Heifer works – and had her own horrific tale of tragedy from the Khmer Rouge days, when her father and sister were murdered. Keo Keang

Despite the severe difficulties this country faces in overcoming its genocidal past, poverty-ridden present, and dubious future, I met so many people filled with a gorgeous spirit of optimism and hope.fisherman

Kuhl Samon, mother of 11, and wife of Chin Chhil, an amputee in the war.

Kuhl Samon, mother of 11, and wife of Chin Chhil, an amputee in the Khmer Rouge civil war.

girls in temple

sweet namasteAnd believe me when I tell you, nothing can make you love a country more than that.lotusFor a look back at my Cambodia posts (and they’re really GOOD!) ..

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/10/16/haunting-cambodia/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/10/22/a-song-of-reconciliation/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/10/25/under-water-but-not-overcome/

https://heifer12x12.com/2012/10/29/i-was-married-to-the-khmer-rouge/

watery road

Categories: Agriculture, Animals, Cambodia, Heifer International, Photography, Travel | Tags: , , , , , , , | 10 Comments

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