Sunday, June 30, 2013

Hummdullah

  
Salam!  It's been a while, I think.  Luckily, this is not because nothing has been happening, but rather because so much has.  Wowee, what a life.  Here are a few little updates that bring me to my take-off from Bahrain. 

When is the next time I will live in a building filled with teachers who are willing to do a silhouette photo shoot?  I don't think for a long while.  This stack of teachers here by Al Jazira is quite the stack - I am thankful to have been in a bunch with such teachery/travelly/chill people on such a new and exciting endeavor of teaching in a foreign country.  As we scatter and fall into new or familiar places, I'll look forward to meeting again to make more adventures by car, by foot, or by plane.  Shukran (very much) habib(t)is!!  

Beautiful Dalila.  Your color and brightness!  It's a jewel to me!  I will always remember passing around the ball and cartwheels at sports day for school, much needed coffee breaks at school, your bright smile as you entered my classroom, and the way you made me lauuuughhhh!  What a wonderful person and teacher!  Celebrating in style at the headmaster's house.

House. ^


Sara!  This life-full woman is changing the world, and she definitely changed mine.  Thank you for showing me all the tastiest restaurants, the music, the lights, and for conversations about life that are still swirling (will always swirl) in my head.  You are beautiful, and I am so excited for you! Huge hug!


I went to the Formula-1 races for which over half my students missed school.  It's a big event that brings in many people.  For me, the formula of Formula 1 was 2 parts loud, 1 part queues, 1 part enough time to finish a bag of chips before an unnoticed finish.  Oh, and it was loud.  I think it was more fun was to see the happy congregations of people who were excited by all of this than the actual races.  It is also pretty amazing to think of how fast they're going in those itty bitty little cars.  The race was followed by a concert by Ne-yo and Calvin Harris who both made it easy to dance.
Formula 1 track 


Not long after the races, a group of us hopped over to Dubai to see Florence + the Machine.  Here are a few images from this experience.


okay!


"Sandance will take a short break while we respect the local prayer times."  I will miss that call to prayer.

This. woman.  This concert was amazing.  She was an actor, channeling this energy to the audience that was like nothing I had ever lived.  



At one point, her braids started falling out.  She tried to pin them back up.  They fell back out.  She tried to pin them up, again.  Before long, she decided to just let her hair down.  That is a drumstick in her hand.  She drums.  She is the coolest.


Here are a few pictures of geocaching, a fun activity that I'm very grateful to have been able to jump into.  Thanks, Mr. Joa!  



           
Being scary geocaching pirates in the desert with awesomely enthused students.        
Night geocaching under a full moon with some lovely full moon maniacs.  I found my first one at a sandy horse racing track.  I'm excited to keep geocaching around the world!


Block 338.  If you go to Bahrain, go to Block 338 in Adliya.  There are murals and art exhibits and art markets and places to stroll and artists who will ask you to do tongue twisters and students studying for med school and architecture school and artists and musicians and all sorts of people.  Al Riwaq Art Space on block 338 became a place where I would order an Americano with steamed milk and the nice women there would nod and tell me they'd bring it upstairs to my 'office' - a table with a comfy arm chair up the spiral staircase.  Back in the spring, Al Riwaq put on a whole month of workshops and artistic collaboration for the Spring of Culture.  One of the things they did was put up this outdoor stage in a park with metal palm trees around it and geometrical shaped blocks to lounge on in the audience.  Each Saturday, they had an open mic. night on that stage where students and adults would grab a guitar and sing, drum, and read poetry.  I thought it'd be a great space for students in our school's writing club to come read their poetry, so I checked it out a few times.  Saturday night (equivalent of Sunday night in the states) turned out to not be ideal for students, but hopefully in the future it'll work for them.  One night I was sitting there checking it out and taking it in, and my hands were itching to try standing up there myself.  So I did.  A chill rock 'n' roll dude who did covers lent me his guitar, reminded me how to do an A minor chord, and introduced me.  It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, and I guess Bahrain was the spot where I finally felt like I could do it.  Felt so good.  Shukran, Bahrain!   


We visited the Al Areen Zoo.  Notice the dog in the picture of the zoo's featured animals.  (:


Introducing a love of my life: my little white KIA Rio.  The last two months in Bahrain, I gave myself a gift of a car. Best decision ever.  I learned the geography of Bahrain so much better; I got to go for thinking drives whenever I wanted; I got to cruise with music; I got to meet up and venture out with people whenever; I got to get to know my "brother" in Bahrain, Mohammed, who would wash my car and always smile so big at me from his bike; and I didn't crash it ever.  Here is a beauty-full picture of my babin' car near the mangroves of Bahrain.



Do you see the flamingo? It's there!  And mangroves!  It was a fun little adventure there through corrugated steel farms and land fills, and a funny/squishy/suuuuper long drive back with the group through a very trafficky Sitra.

Sea anemones?  Close.  The beautiful chandeliers at the Sofitel of Bahrain for Fete de la Musique.  Manama Singers sang Carmen, a medley from Les Miserables and a few others.  It was a beautiful venue and was a lot of fun to sing in.  I felt so lucky to be a part of such a warm group of singers from all over the world!

Up on the roof.  Fave spot. Will miss this.


On Block 338, there was a piece called Here, there + everywhere. No joke. 
It was a huge box with reflecting glass as walls, and white blue print looking arrows sketched all over the floor.  
 
I walked into the box (which must have been holding a million degrees Celsius inside), and I looked at all the containing walls that reflected each other over and over, making it look like the small space was as big as the whole landscape and bigger.  I expected to see something come together in all those reflections - some unifying theme, something that brought it all together.  But all that there was was space and reflection, walls and transparency - continuations and places to look.  I took a few photos to try to capture what I saw, and I walked back out into the "cooler" air.     
It's been a while since I walked into that art; time and school and days went on, and I flew away from Bahrain yesterday.   
It was a tearful, enjoyable, busy, and fast last few weeks on the island.  I met so many vibrant people there, and I am so grateful to have connected with all of them.  I know that they are connections that will affect me for the rest of my life with all their warmth, new ideas, passions, excitement, organization, questions, music, stories, conversations and dreams.  People are so amazing, and I think that they are really what connects here and there.  PEOPLE are what make one place different and similar to the next.  PEOPLE are what make a place unique, as they make NEW history by trying to live NOW while knowingly or unknowingly bringing and sharing their special histories to that NOW that they already unavoidably lived THEN.  Whoa.  Did that work?  It made sense when I thought of it and it made me happy.  
   
Anyway, while I wish that I could keep making new memories with all of these people now, I am so grateful that their energy is with me and that we will all go on and keep finding new connections with people and creatures and places.  Because of these connections that are zipping with electricity inside of me, Bahrain is still HERE, even though there are no mosques around me or date trees or sandy streets.  Insha'allah, (God willing) we'll find common ground again soon.      
I've never said so many goodbyes all at once as I did at the end of my stay in Bahrain.  Saying goodbye to the 160 students I had was hard; they taught me more in this last year than I have learned in a very long time.  They were a HUGE part of connecting my here and my there - my past with my present - who I am with who I have been and who I am becoming.  The conversations I got to share with them, the laughs, the confusion, the frustration and problem-solving, the small space of my classroom in the bigger space of the hot island - it is a miracle that I had all of that.  It is a gift to get to read students' writing - to see their growing thoughts and their concerns and their jokes and their uncertainties.  While there were times when I felt like the classroom was all over the place and there were so few connections, and we were both bored by grammar, I was always thankful for the journal writing that they trusted me with, for the simple exciting moment of greeting at the beginning of class, and for the central idea that this was meant to be a place for movement, learning, and growth.  There is so much I need to learn to make the classroom a space for students to grow and explore the nature of each other and themselves, and I feel like I have a big old strange and colorful specimen of a year to learn and grow from.  Thank you, English 10 super-human beings of the world!           


I started this blog out as a letter to Kermy Kermit, and I was going to do a wrapping up farewell letter to the guy now.  But, I don't feel ready for that.  Maybe the Bahraineous adventure might seem like it's over, but something about it lives on.  I think I'll wait for it to transfix itself into my next adventure, which must be unrolling right here and now as I drink my coffee from a familiar mug, looking out at the green trees that have been growing since I was little, in a town with a smaller and beloved blue version of the Hidd Bridges of Bahrain, and with singing songbirds that can't sit still in their nests.  For now, I suppose, I'll say, hamdullah (thanks for everything as it is) and "yalla (more or less: let's go), bye." Actually, not 'bye.'  Nope. Not that. How about just this: "Yalla yalla habib(t)is!"


Friday, March 15, 2013

Greek Cypriots and and harbor-sorts who hang around in ports a lot

Here - for the sake of time, a stream of conscience instead of  too many comments.  I'll type and let it go.  Maybe some of it will make sense to someone.

Cyprus: Citrus and Green.  Smells of almond buds and coniferous stickiness.
A bluest blue that I'd never seen. Crashing waves drown out voices
and let the sun through.
Cats come out in the sun
to soak up its strength.
the people
with their bent backs and faces of many suns
get up early to work the soil and water their potted plants. You're lucky if you see them
and can say, Kalimera (good morning). A Cypriot greeting is an agreement 
about how the world is. It is all I can say, but it is an important exchange between people.
Fruity jam in a jar is in the deal, as well.  What kind?  She sticks a spoonful in my mouth to answer.
Good.  I'll buy it.
Pride and teeth.
Riffles and pools and picked lemons and lizards
Sitting and probing; young squeals about slimy things turn to calm fascination.  For some.
Coffee in the morning. Apple pie from Emilia.  
Trust in a bus to make 150 degree turns
as Andrew Bird and The Swell Season are the music that becomes the landscape in my ears.
Students questioning, experimenting, analyzing.  Gossiping in Arabic, Russian, English.  Laughing.  Crying.
She sneaks away for walks and runs at night to capture and categorize beauty with her eyes and a lens.
And she breathes in Cyprus.  It's in her lungs.  Cypriot lungs. 

A windmill.  My stomach flutters.

The hush of the constantly chatty teens behind me on the bus makes this view even more unbelievable.  

What are they?



Searching for snails.  

Coffee.  Thanks.
These plants smelled like onions.


Feet in shoes.  Mode of transportation.  Tread softly.
"poor Professor Pynchon had only good intentions
when he put his Bunsen burners all away
and turning to a playground in a Petri dish
where single cells would swing their fists
at anything that looks like easy prey
in this nature show that rages every day[...]imitosis[...]
                                                                      and why do some show no mercy
                                                                    while others are painfully shy
tell me doctor can you quantify[...]
it was then he heard his intuition say[...]"


The students were asked to sit down on the hill.
"Are there bugs over there, Miss?"
"Yep."
"Miss!  I won't sit down! Are there really bugs??"
"Naw." 
Sometimes ignorance is bliss if it gets you to sit among friends of the earth without squealing.  


How we got hot showers.  Trying to convince my students to get this stuff in Bahrain.  I mean, it might not work here though.  There's hardly any sun and already lots of oil.  Wink.

Kritou Terra - the mountain village where we stayed.

Almond blossoms and loud humming of bees at work.

Jack in the pulpit's cousin?  Funny looking plant.  

Panos picked me a lemon from a tree with a sampling net.  Lemons everywhere.  












Remnants of a Cypriot celebration called Green Day.  Ironic and annoying.

Getting artsy while students figure out percentages of lichen on the rocks.

What kind of bones do you think these are, guys?  "Mouse or dinosaur, probably." Good work.

Beauty in such small places.  

This is sideways, in case you're confused.  Cyprus isn't THAT different.  

Selfie with my new favorite color.


So, class, what do you think is growing here?  Marijuana.  
Good guess.  Bananas, though.  Oy vey!

Pigeon in a hole.

Village of Kritou Terra.



Relative of borage?






A bus from 52 will do.

That's a big bowl of eggs.

I wish it was right side up.  It would be much easier for this woman.  The cat looks on.

A calla lily, dad!

Iris, mom!

Fuzzy, crawly friends on a walk.

Spine.

Cypriot's quiet and sneaky feline face.  

Lucky girl to see this part of the world!  
I hope you liked some of the colors, and I hope the snow melts soon, you snowed-in friends and family.
Love you!