June 13, 2012

All Abuzz. (or 10 Things I Learned this Year in Moldova)



Laying on the "hospital" bed this morning, I become acutely aware of the fact that I was in a completely different place than where I grew up, from "my culture". I used the word hospital in quotes because it was actually an old military hospital and the office I was visiting was that of a massage therapist. The room was large and stark with separate "booths" for the massage therapist's patients. The furniture was old, straight out of the Soviet 70's. There was a light buzzing sound and the light  sound of the radio in the background further compounded my recognition of "foreignness" by producing elevator-music-like Russian ballads. 


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Last Friday marked one-year since I arrived here in Moldova as a Peace Corps Volunteer. It was a  nice reason to celebrate and also to take some time to reflect on what I have learned this year-about Moldova, about life, about my Self. I quickly realized how comfortable I am here. I truly feel "home". However, there are certain incidents that pop up to remind me that I am definitely some place different. (More below). Here I have compiled a short list of the top 10 interesting things I have either learned, or solidified my belief in, over this past year:


1. People are People-no matter where you live, people have the same basic fears, hopes, desires, and needs. These fluctuate in types and sizes based on culture, socio-economic status and background,of course, but BASICALLY...we all want to belong, to have fun, to be acknowledged, to be loved.
2. Life is Life-no matter where you go, life has ups and downs, dark and light, the good and the bad. Our experience as to how profound or dramatic this wheel of life is, depends more greatly on our inner state, than on our outer environment. 
3. Food is yummy-no matter where you are, you will find food you like and it will taste good. (Well, maybe this is one I learned about myself!). My favorite foods in Moldova are: Голубцы (cabbage rolls), mamaliga (a kind of cornmeal-like polenta)борщ (borscht-red with beets and a dallop of sour cream), халва (halva made from sunflower seeds), the pumpkin seeds, and all the fresh local veggies and fruits found at the базар (outdoor market)
4. Friends are important-back home, if I was having a mental breakdown, there were a handful of close friends and family I could easily call. Now, I have to check to see who is on Skype, what is the time, wait for an email reply, or trust the new people around me to not judge and just share with them. In these kinds of situations one quickly realize how important close and trustworthy relationships are. You also realize the importance your relationship with your Self.(the most important!)
5. Language is a big deal-You wouldn't think it's such a big deal: "ok so my family grew up speaking Russian, yours Romanian, maybe we both don't speak each perfectly but..." Well-it IS. I am constantly asked why I am learning to speak Russian in Moldova, a predominantly Romanian-speaking culture. I have to explain first that is wasn't my choice, it was assigned to me, and then I try to go into the fact that there are people in this country who don't understand Romanian that actually need assistance as well. My idealistic side says, "Hey look we all speak the language of friendship and understanding". But that view gets kicked in the butt every time...
6. I could probably live anywhere and be OK-I suspected this about myself, and now I know. Давай! (let's go!)
7. Massage is important-I have three different massage therapists in my phone. No matter how much yoga, sleep, water, sunshine ect. I get, I find I need touch and my muscles require some work. Some might say it's a waste of money, I say they're missing out!
8. Transparency is king-It does NO HELP to hide one's feelings. This is true EVERYWHERE, but when you're in a foreign place and people act differently culturally, there is no "reading between the lines" to figure out what the heck you want/don't want. You HAVE to SPEAK UP and be clear. Wow, that's a tough one coming from America where we tend to sugarcoat everything.
9. Russian music is fun- Elka-Provence Tочна! And so is Romanian!  Kamelia-Prima oara
10. Soviet Winnie the Pooh is cuter than the American version.


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I hope you have enjoyed reading this list as much as I enjoyed writing it! I had a rough weekend this past one. After the joyous one-year anniversary celebrations, I discovered that my bank accounts had been hacked. I won't go into the details, but needless to say, such an experience can set you on a spin. After one night of lost sleep, I decided to not let such a "life experience" get the best of me. It was my second bout of theft while here and that is certainly more frequent than when I lived in the U.S. However, life is life (as mentioned above). 


Good and bad things happen. There are "good" and "bad" people everywhere. However, it is our inner life reflected out that will shape our experience of the world around us. We can spin, we can be stagnant...we can BUZZ a harmonious and joyous vibration. I chose to stop the spinning, to put on Vinnie Pooh (promise me you'll watch it-I laugh each time) and laugh, to get a massage in a room that buzzed...buuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzz! 


LIFE HAPPENS. How will you BEE in that?


XOm!

June 4, 2012

Star, Star, Teach Me How to Shine, Shine

Light fixture I liked on recent trip to Budapest-key word, LIGHT

Just had to throw in a little Moldovan love. My host sister, Diana, in traditional dress at the Cricova Hram, or city day, in May. She danced the hora with her friends for all the town. It was awesome!

So. It's been a while. I have been asking myself almost daily at this point, "Why aren't I writing on my blog?" It's not that I don't think about writing. Perhaps it's more that my thoughts don't come together in any way that I see worth sharing. Usually, an entire blog post is written in my head while I do some mundane task like showering or making breakfast. Once I finish said task, I open my notebook and viola. It hasn't been like that lately. I can't quite put it into words, but it goes alongside a post I had written last summer about processing. There seem to be long periods of time where I just can't share enough. Life seems, well, novel. It's all churning and epiphanies and pondering. And then there are other times. When life seems just plain confusing. Nothing seems to connect, it's all swirling and whirling and there's no making sense of it. As you can guess, this has been life for me over the past few months...whirling and twirling and staying afloat.


Don't get me wrong. It's not as though I have been sitting on my tush, down and out, nor depressed. I have in fact been so busy with my work here and with keeping my health at a reasonable place, that I have to remind myself to come up for air every once in a while. Like today for example. I have been waking up with mild fevers in the morning the last few days and just feeling all-around pooey. I called my partners to say I was going to take a day to just stay home and rest. Wow. Look what happens when I do that...I actually write a blog post. I needed some hours to be with just me to put it together, to be able to communicate what I am going through, and as to why I haven't been sharing. 


I want to share. It's the greatest joy in life-right? I mean, you experience something, you learn something from that, and then you share.  Whether to warn the other about that type of experience, to tickle them with the laughter of your story, or to share a valuable insight about the nature of life, sharing our experiences connects us all in a profound way.


I hope that with this "breaking of the ice" I can re-open my conversation with you all and start to share again. I am not so sure that the clarity has returned, I am still in somewhat of a fog (more on my suspicions of the WHYS for another post)...but the intention is there. And isn't that what matters most? The reasons WHY we do what we do...


In respect to what I have just shared, I realized I was listening to  The Frames as  I wrote this post. And thus, the title of this post is from one song (and it's a full moon right now which isn't quite a star but DOES shine!), and another has inspired me with following refrain/reminder:


We have all the time in the world, to get it right, to get it right.
We have all the love in the world, to shed a light, to shed a light.


I suppose it doesn't really matter much that I have taken this time away from writing, from sharing. Just so long as I do shed some light. 


XOm