Month: July 2009

  • The Global Soul…by Pico Iyer

    i read some good books. so you get the benefit of the best quotes. doesn’t that make you happy?

    “The man who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is a foreign land” –Hugo of St.Victor (one of those old hermitmonks)

    “My words have not caught up with me–it is as if they are pieces of luggage that the airline misplaced and sent on a later flight–and it is only slowly, day by day, that i come back into focus, until, at last, perhaps a week after, i’ve returned, i wake up one morning and realize that i am reassembled, intact, here.”

    “Globalism made the world the playground of those with no one to play with”

    “It must be an awful thing to live in a country where you have to explain that you really belong there” –Rudyard Kipling

    (I have been both too quick and too slow to call someplace home) “A global soul could be a person who had grown up in many cultures all at once–and so lived in the cracks between them–or might be one who, though rooted in background, lived and worked in a globe that propelled him from tropic to snowstorm in three hours…realizing that, as a member of neither culture, i could chose between selves at will, wowing my California friends with the passages of Greek and Latin i’d learned in England, and telling my breathless friends in Oxford how close i lived to the Grateful Dead. With any of my potential homes, in fact, i could claim or deny attachment when i chose; someone like me could select even the most fundamental details of our lives.”

    “The global soul may see so many sides of every question that he never settles on a firm conviction. he may grow so used to giving back a different self according to his environment that he loses sight of who he is when no one is around. ‘Where do you come from’ can be more treacherous to answer than ‘where do you stand.’ The temptation in the face of all this can be to try to lay anchor anywhere, even in a faith one doesn’t believe entirely, just so one will have a home and solid ground under one’s feet. to lack a center, after all, may be to lack something essential to the state of being human–to be rooted–is perhaps the most important and least recognized needs of the human soul.”

    “Speaking across a language gap means speaking less to win than to communicate…and living out of a linguistic suitcase , i am reminded of what i find on every foreign trip, which is that, leaving home, i am convinced i don’t have all i need; and, within a few days, i feel i have three times more than i require. the extra words (and extra goods) get in the way.”

    “We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all. we sleep to time’s hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God.” –Annie Dillard

  • Brasil. de novo.

    It was one of my easiest trips to Brasil yet. Someone must have been praying. Indy to Atlanta, Atlanta to Rio, Rio to Recife. Atlanta to Rio–9 hours–i got all three seats to myself. and they had vegetarian dinner option. speaking of which…i’ve been a veggie-tan for a year now. and i think i am gonna keep going.

    Customs? they didn’t even blink–just stamped my passport and i went on, breathing a little better. I’d gotten an e-mail from a friend saying that if you are out of the country for more than 90 days (which i was) that they have the right to deport you. but…i guess they are nicer with student visas. yesssss. I was met at the airport by friends and hugs and Portuguese. and i am happy.

    Last week there was a group of Americans doing Medical clinics in different towns, and i decided there were some things they must have before they leave, mainly mangos, passion fruit, bolo de rolo, tapioca (not the pudding…it is this flour-like stuff), graviola, guava, and mousse de maracuja. so we had a taste fest and lots of laughter and fun. they are a good group. They agree with me that Bolo de rolo is sent from heaven.

    I spent lots of time with Karine…Tele’s oldest daughter, who had been gone to Hungry for a year. And we managed to watch a big chunk of Lost, season 5. and all those other ‘missionary-like’ things i do. grin. seriously, i must say it isn’t like a missions trip for me…it is like coming home. And July is vacation. and i am enjoying it.

    My Portuguese is suffering. while jogging, someone stopped their car and asked me for directions, to which i calmly said “i am sorry, i don’t know where it is, i am strange.” to which i meant to say “i am sorry, i don’t know where it is because i am a foreinger.” The word strange and foreigner are really close in Portuguese. opps. I am getting back into the rhythm here. it is a different rhythm than the USA. it solves my control issues…because it is so obvious i cannot control anything. and to tell the truth…i really like that.

    I got to go to the beach for the weekend.

    the warm shallow water
    where we sit and stare
    at the bits of sand
    that used to be proud rocks
    and say the things
    buried in the corner of our hearts
    and find the shells
    half hidden and caught
    in the brilliance of the sun
    and hold our missing selves
    in our fingers loosely

    Sunday i watched the stars as we walked to church. i found the southern cross. some things feel so familiar. It was great to be back in Paudalho–and to my surprise, a group of Americans were there as well. Kari and i grew up together at the same church, and she was in the same group as me that came to Brasil in 1999. She is back now, with her husband, who preached at Paudalho yesterday. at my church. small world. small world that connects me. it feels like every time someone from the USA comes to Brasil, or Brasil to the USA–something in me clicks. some kind of connection is made in me…of all the things that are unreconcilable, uncontrollable, undescribable between my life here and there…something makes sense. and it feels good.

    so we went out for Acai na tigela after church and some of the kids asked me how i ended up in Brasil…”a two week trip when i was 16″ i said to the 16 year olds staring back at me, wondering about the future…and then they asked for the rest of the story…

    i like telling stories.