A friend commented recently, “Really, Kimberly, sometimes I wonder what the heck you’ve been smoking!” Of course I realized that he was joking. Yet I also knew that under the humor must be an element of his true feelings. (Incidentally, I have never in my life “smoked” ANY thing. Never even had a desire to….though I have picked up cigarette butts several times to place them in trash cans.) :-)
I have realized often in my life that my words and actions are not understood by most others. From their perspective my mental processes (or apparent lack thereof) may even appear quite unstable. Even those who may have more understanding of me and my heart have expressed deep amazement. How in the world could someone who has been through even a Few of the many apparently disastrous experiences that I have…live not just in tremendous PEACE and non-judgment, but…be HAPPY???!*
A week ago I received an email from a man with whom I had visited a few months ago about pursuing a VISA. He shared information about a woman coming to Ecuador who really wanted to meet me. I called her and she ended up flying in that night and spending the next few days with me. I learned much through our association—mostly through observance of myself –and her. She is very involved in natural healing modalities and utilizes certain technologies in her attempts to help the body heal. One of our first experiences after her arrival was when I was getting her something to drink (concocting my raw cacao [chocolate] drink—ummm, yummy!). I had just filled the small glass pitcher with water when she realized what I had done. Gasping, she exclaimed: “You just use TAP WATER?!!!” Grabbing her pendulum, she proceeded to test the purity of the water. In awe, she exclaimed, “This is phenomenal! I’ve never seen water that has tested so high!”
Smiling, I shared with her that, even without consciously attempting to, my “energy” changes everything around me. I also shared with her that for many years prior to coming to Ecuador, I had been very aware of and made great attempts to purify and at times even distill the water I drink and use, always thinking that I needed some kind of machine or other apparatus to help me do this. When I felt to move to Ecuador, I sold or gave away my water machines (along with pretty much everything else I “owned”), realizing that, somehow, they would not be needed.
Still stunned, this woman went to the sink tap and measured the water there…this time with completely different results. I smiled, thrilled, yet not surprised, to see one further verification of the effect of my JOY on the world around me.
A couple days later, she tested my health utilizing her expensive instrumentation. Again marveling, she shared that she had never, in all of her 35 years of experience, tested anyone with as clean and healthy a body as I possessed. This was far from the first time in the last few years that I have been told this by a health-care professional. (Now, for the reader who does not know me well, I will share that the body I inherited at birth came with some serious weaknesses that have caused various amounts of debilitation and necessary daily attention. But, because of my seeking and applying what I have felt to, I have found how to manage…while utilizing it to its current and relatively high mortal capacity.*)
So, what is my “secret”? I guess if you’re still reading up to this point you may have some interest, so here’s the secret…. Although I do not “smoke”, I live my life…as a Drunk! :-) Yes, you read correctly. As the apostles on the “Day of Pentecost”, I live my life…drunk with “new wine”! Do I mean to suggest that I really drink alcoholic beverages??? No, though I have tried them a few times in the last couple years. But…I DON’T NEED THEM to make me feel any better! Wine holds NO appeal to me. (Indeed, I don’t even enjoy the taste!) And, though some may really not understand, and it may appear that I am “crazy” and “speaking in tongues” to them, I am not. I’m speaking the language of JOY. I’m just REALLY, TRULY, POWER-FULLY…HAPPY! :-)
Because of my life’s profound learning experiences, I have found how to be and feel Truly HAPPY—in Any situation. Because of the depth of my understanding and learnings and the incredible “miracles” that I have witnessed with myself and others and all those who have been affected as they have also learned and utilized these same principles, I am writing about this and the incredible ramifications in my book: “The JOY of Harmony”. However, I do feel to share just a bit today in this venue because of my experiences of last week and because of yesterday being “HAPPY Mother’s Day” (or, “FELIZ Dia de la Madre”).
As I teach English classes to the local young children here in Ecuador, I am most importantly sharing with them the principles I have learned (actually, remembered) in living as a POWER-ful, PEACE-ful, HAPPY (full) PERSON. When a child/person learns in this kind of environment and with these principles, the learning is rapidly expedited and so incredibly meaningful…and fun!
One of the things I utilize periodically is my “laughing bag”. Though just a plain red cotton bag, it is powerful! I first demonstrate by putting my head up to and a little in to its open end and take a deep breath. (I do this all a little melodramatically!) :-) When I bring my head out, I am “uncontrollably” laughing. Because laughter and humor is contagious and is our most profound human quality, the children…LOVE THIS …and begin laughing themselves! The bag then goes around and around the circle while everyone takes turns.
Any previous, non-happy/peaceful thought is quickly forgotten and the climate is ripe for enjoyable learning and sharing. This is one simple technique that helps train children to CHOOSE their emotion and to CHANGE their state of mind to a higher frequency…at will. This helps a child “exercise” their emotional “muscles” and gain True Power in their lives.
Although I realize and utilize the power of real food (as intended by nature), I have also learned and put into continual practice the power of JOY. “Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man.” Truly, our words, thoughts and feelings (that which we “generate” within and then “radiate” out to others) …are powerful and can change the state of our health and life…while also affecting matter (including the water previously mentioned) in and around us.
It’s interesting to me the simpleness of the way to a truly happy life. Though there are many in the past and present who have and are secluding themselves into verdant, pure locations (“temples”, “sanctuaries”, pristine valleys with like-minded people) to heal and find “bliss”, “nirvana”, regeneration of health, etc. I KNOW that it is personally possible to live and interact even in a polluted environment and even while consuming “food” and water which would appear as “poison”… AND NOT HAVE IT AFFECT our mental OR physical state. (I live across the street from bus terminals and within feet of power lines in busy, downtown [highly polluted] Quito. The pollution I sweep and dust from my apartment each week is phenomenal! However, it holds no power over ME—because I do not allow it to! I transmute it.)
So, in a sense, I AM “drunk”. In fact, it could be said that I am “high” on life!
Certainly, as I find the way to make the changes that I am desiring to bring forth, particularly “Harmony House”, I will be able to move to a more pure and life-promoting location and situation. However, until that time, I am “soaring” and utilizing my mental and emotional processes to make the most of my situation…even when it may not appear “perfect”.
Throughout the history of this planet, one person or group of individuals has usually sought “power” over another… or even over many others. However, I believe that REAL “power” cannot be taken through force. Real “power” is developed and found from within. It is a gift or a characteristic that we give to ourselves. The key is having power over our THOUGHTS, our ACTIONS and our own EMOTIONS—knowing that we can ALWAYS CHOOSE our response and how we will act OR RE-act in any situation.
Indeed, “Peace on Earth” begins with peace of mind. INNER Harmony. Once the world learns this they won't get fooled again into thinking that anything or anyone OUTside of their own heart (emotions), mind (thoughts), and physical body (actions) have anything to do with “loving one’s neighbor as themselves” and taking charge of their lives. (Real Power. Real Peace.) “Blessed are the peacemakers." Yes, the “blessings” are given NOW… and continue into the future.
THIS, NO ONE can TAKE from us!
Although I have sooo much more to share on this subject, I will pause for now along with the invitation to stay tuned and, if interested, watch for my upcoming book that goes into far more detail with much more “meat”, even step-by-step “how-to” instructions of how to REALLY do this. Also, I will explore how to “train up” children in living, not as “victims” thinking they need an outside power source (candy, things, attention, etc. etc.), but as powerful, happy, peace-filled individuals…no matter their life’s situation. These principles are NOT games of pretend or “burying” negative feelings. They work. They have changed many lives and helped many children have strong foundations.
I have also recently finished writing a book (for children…and adults) entitled “I AM WHO I AM”. A very gifted artist friend is possibly going to be illustrating it. If anyone reading this has ideas regarding its publishing (or the publishing of my other books as they are finished) and would like to share them, please do!
Until next time…KEEP SMILING! :-)
Hugs to all,
Kimberly
*More will be shared about my life and, particularly my valuable experiences which, though extremely difficult at times, have helped me to learn these principles in the forthcoming book “The JOY of Harmony” and in my autobiography “Re-claiming My Heart”. :-)
March 10, 2009
The Day of the Woman = The Day of the Child = The Day of Hope for All the World!
(Warning: this blog entry could be a short “book” in itself. :-) To cut to the chase: Harmony House is being initiated among the truly poor and humble—here in Ecuador!!! [There, that didn’t take too much of your time, did it? :-)] However, if you want to see the photos and hear how this amazing sequence of events has been and IS Currently unfolding, keep reading for… “the rest of the story”. :-) )
You may have noticed that I have not posted a blog update for quite some time. Why? A couple months ago I received a distinct impression that I had to truly “Know” my Self—completely—before I could ever truly help any other properly. So with that, I figuratively curled up into my “cocoon” and, perhaps like the caterpillar, allowed my “growth” to come, unimpeded, from within Me. I stopped focusing on trying to help others through writing my books and attempted to live only and completely true to my own inner compass of “JOY”.
Friday night, Krystal and I went out with a new friend, Fernando. He took us up to the “Panecilla” (Spanish for “little bread roll”) which is the name of the hill upon which Ecuador's “National Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary“ stands. Before the Spanish Conquistadors gave it this funny name, Panecillo – “little bread roll” – the hill was called Yavirac and it is said that the Incans had built a temple there to worship their god, the Sun. The building of the Panecilla began in 1976 and took about 30 years to complete. The hill upon which it sits is in the very center of town where the Incan’s for many years had a beehive-shaped oven for making their healing drinks. (The oven still stands as a monument.)
Made from 7,000 sheets of aluminum, “the Virgin” stands 41 meters tall and can be seen from anywhere in Quito. Locals are proud of their Virgin as it's the only one in the world that has wings and reminds one of an angel. What is really unique is that the Virgin is in a dancing position in contrast to the usual static Madonnas. With her feet poised on top of Ecuador, she stands on top of a huge, aluminum globe of the world. With her right arm held in a square, her left arm crosses her body and holds onto a chain that is connected to a snake-like beast at her feet that she has subdued. She also has wings and a halo of 12 stars surrounding her head. At night, and especially during “La Navidad”, the Panecilla is lit up and becomes a veritable “lighthouse” to the city. I believe there is great significance to the symbolism here but will not elaborate upon it now.
Also of interest, at least to me, Ecuador was the first South American country to win their independence, with the voice of liberty being sounded nation-wide on my birthday (August 10th).
My oldest son, Tyler, got engaged this very weekend to a most beautiful girl. They plan to get married in June. Although, of course, it would be wonderful to personally be with them in this exciting time…I don’t believe I will. As much as I love them, support their choices in life, and am thrilled for their happiness, there are so many young ones right here near me that are without any love and support…or even the barest of necessities. I know that Tyler and Melani will find understanding.
Bryanne, my 18 year old daughter, called at the first of the year after having an incredible dream that, she said, seemed different than anything she had experienced before. To the best of my ability and through notes I took and her repeated telling, here is her dream. I was lying on a tile floor with my arm around her as she knelt by my side. As I opened the right side of my body which seemed to have no ribs, I reached in, taking out my heart, and said, dramatically, “I must offer my life so another might live!” She described the heart as gigantic and not from the left side of my body, but from the right. Although it was damp and a deep pink color, it was not bloody or wet, but beautiful. She said that she somehow saw within its hollow cavity another, smaller heart, about the size of a typical one. The large heart had a string somehow attached to it, like an umbilical cord, with a tag of some kind. Bryanne said that I then set it down on the tile and we both watched together as it continued to beat slower and slower, finally stopping and I closed my eyes. She said that she had confirmed to her at that time her decision to be a heart surgeon. She picked up the warm heart, opened back up my body, placed it inside and continued to rhythmically pump it until it started beating again, at which point she woke up, knowing that what she had just dreamed was pretty amazing and somehow surreal.
Saturday, Krystal and I got up very early and started out with Luis and his family via their car. Partway to Puerto Quito, traffic was stalled because of a landslide. Huge boulders and piles of mud filled the road. As we waited for it to be cleared by the tractors and crew, Marcela, Luis’ wife, commented that they had been inundated by an inordinate amount of rain over the last few months. Interesting! (Right about the time I had found The Sealed Portion there was unprecedented flooding very near my house in Santa Clara, Utah… Hmmmm.)
Arriving at Puerto Quito, Luis took care of his business there at the school site and then realized that his brakes were broken on the car. While he worked on the car, the others of us walked up and down the main street of town. Groups of pre-teen homeless boys, like swarms of bees, molested the local shopkeepers, kicking at their metal doors and otherwise making their lives, obviously, frustrated. I thought of my own Spencer (12) and Parker (10) and realized that it could easily be “them” in this situation if it were reversed.
After fixing the car and quite a lengthy investigation, Luis was able to find the name and whereabouts of the English teacher. When we found his house, both he and his wife, Miriam, happened to be home and graciously invited us in. As Marcela needed to be back to work in Quito that evening, we just had a short amount of time to visit. I gave them my copy in English of the prospectus I had prepared of Harmony House. Bolivar read through it and asked questions (in his halting English) while his wife gleaned what she could. Excitedly, she called the “Governor” of the province and was able to get me a spur-of-the-moment meeting with her.
When we arrived at the governor’s office, I was sweaty and “glistening” from the high humidity and dressed in Capri pants and a white T-shirt, my hair pulled back in a pony tail—not how one would typically dress for the occasion, but I’m sure it was all perfect. I was at peace.
As we waited a few minutes, Bolivar seemed to proceed to attempt to “sell” me on why Puerto Quito needed Harmony House more than any other place in Ecuador. (Although my heart filled with the disparity of the situation of so many young, needy children—as well as adults, I was beaming inside that I might have just found the match between my burning desire and others’ needs being fulfilled!) When the Governor came, I was introduced and then the three of them, Luis, Bolivar and Miriam presented my heart’s vision—at least I believe they did, as it was all done in Spanish and I only understood bits and pieces. They waited after asking me if I knew the meaning of her name “Narciza” (“the attribute of the human psyche characterized by a great amount of admiration of oneself; self love”—I had to look it up to be sure after I had gotten home :-)). Not remembering the exact definition, still I responded that with that name, she must be perfect for her job. :-)
Lighthouse Academy, the sister component of Harmony House, is the name of the type of education that will be in place at Harmony House. In this system, the curriculum is largely determined by the child’s heart. Literature, reading, writing, arithmetic, music will all be taught utilizing “the classics” but the GREATEST classic for each child will be the “book” they “write” through their own experiences. There will be much freedom during the day to pursue their individual desires and become proficient in the areas of their choosing. This will be done through mentoring, individual study, group projects, or in other ways determined by their area of interest and in consultation with their educational advisors.
Because of time constraints and language impediments, I did not completely “flesh out” the Harmony House concept in our brief (probably 20 minute) meeting—nor will I here. However, I truly see Harmony House as a powerful way to mend the world, through the hearts and hands of those willing to help. If a reader has interest, I would be happy to send more information and/or meet with them in a mini-seminar of sorts.
Not only will the children be raised to live healthy, empowered, Joy-filled lives that benefit many others as well, but the outlying community itself will be blessed. Yes, there will be less and less “swarms” of molesting or haunting street children, but the effect will be much greater than that. Unlike any other program, Harmony House is not a barricaded structure but instead depends upon interaction with others.
The principles taught and lived at Harmony House are those that I have discovered and implemented in my own life and with my own children. They are the ones that created apparent miracles in the lives of the children in my preschool in the States and that have created rippling out effects from those who have attended my seminars. They are the very same principles that I have earnestly sought (and found) and been writing about in my books. Yet they are more pure and feasible now, because of my experiences. These principles are all about respecting all others (and HOW to do that) while living happy, empowered, healthy lives. For any who are interested, these principles are aligned with and lead to the Worldwide United Foundation: http://www.worldwideunited.org/
Only those with a degree of understanding and a desire to master these principles will be allowed to interact with the children within Harmony House. I believe that we will see similar results: physical bodies as well as emotions will be healed, intellect and creativity unseen before will be unleashed, and a peace and Joy will be found within each heart and, thus, within the collective interaction of all those living and helping there.
Although in no way opulent, Harmony House will be built, run and maintained with a high quality of workmanship and materials. The flower-graced lawns and the attention to detail of each structure will all echo the theme of respect and beautiful harmony. Music and laughter, learning and creativity will sing through the interactions allowed and encouraged by the setting.
People from all over the world who agree to the principles of H.H. (all hinging on a correct understanding and living of the “Golden Rule”), who have a craft or interest to share, will serve as “mentors” for the children who have similar interests. Those from the nearby communities will be invited to participate in periodic concerts and art shows or other “performances” where the children will perform and sell through “admission” and individual transactions the pieces they have been working/learning on. In this way, they will gain a sense of pride in their accomplishments, gain “feedback” from others, prepare for their future, as well as earn spending (or saving) money that they might choose to utilize for desired “things” (such as chocolate bars, iPods, things not considered “basic necessities” and provided by H.H.). By the time of maturity, these children will be prepared to enter out into the greater community as a true, whole, healed, happy, productive adult, ready to pursue an occupation of their passion and training as well as continue to interact in productive, empowering ways.
Plato said it best, "At the touch of love...everyone becomes a poet."
As our short discussion went on, with me mostly listening to the others, I watched as the Governor’s composure visibly relaxed and her countenance brightened. I will meet again with Narciza in a couple weeks to share the concept further, but…she enthusiastically agreed to donate 30 hectares (74 acres) to Harmony House—and we will begin in May. We parted with the warm hug of sisters.
In the parking lot, Miriam asked the ages that I would be interested in helping. I responded from birth to 18—or maturity. Surprised, she volunteered that her job is working with the homeless infants of the area and that there are over 1500 homeless orphans between the ages of 0-5 years old (usually sick and needy) in that small province of about 17,000 people.
As we drove home, I had my mind flood with understanding and awareness of how to proceed. I realized that this first community of homes would deal with only those of that age group (0-5) and that the next Harmony House could deal with more or with older children, and the next one with teenagers, until we had taken care of the needs of the community. Based upon these same principles, healing communities could be established for the sick and elderly.
I am also thrilled with the prospects of what this will do for the surrounding province. Of course a sense of hope will be restored. Knowing that people from the States and other places of the world are taking a real, hands-on interest in THEM will produce a heightened sense of pride in their dwellings and community. Morale will go up as the town physically cleans up in preparation for their visitors. Visiting mentors from throughout the world will probably spend time frequenting some of the local shops and restaurants, interacting with their previously unknown brothers and sisters. Camaraderie will be established.
Those who volunteer in various ways will find they experience a completely different kind of “health retreat”. Although we will all work “by the sweat of thy brow”, hearts and bodies will be mended through the attention to fresh, raw fruits and vegetables, fun physical activity in an incredible setting, while reaching out to help heal others. Those who thrill to interact with children will find a joy unknown before because of the joyful principles lived there. Those who thrill to be noticed for their mastery and contributions to society (through their mentoring and help in the community) will find a great joy through their interested “audience”. And, of course, the children. They will have their physical and emotional needs met, thus freeing them to really live meaningful, productive lives while they discover WHO they truly are.
I will need to train those who will be helping and interacting by presenting my “JOY of Harmony” Seminars, thus finding increased joy in that outlet myself. Interacting with and seeing the healing and growth of the children and others will also bring me tremendous joy. And, possibly, my own children will be able to come spend some time with me as volunteers. THAT would be the “cherry on top!” :-)
Placed in family-type groups with about 10 children each, the “parents” will certainly be giving and serving a great amount of the time. Groundskeepers, handymen, transportation help, food handlers, “substitute parents”, educators and mentors of all types will all be very important to the community. However, no one (NO ONE!) will be given any kind of a luxurious salary. In fact, besides the basic needs being met (basic, fresh food; clothing; shelter; etc.) no one will be paid a dime. This is not about money! This is about finding our lives by losing our lives in the service of others.
Interestingly, Marcela explained that this last weekend (and particularly Sunday, March 8th) was the international (though not in the States) “El Dia de la Mujer”—“Day of the Woman”. How appropriate that the meeting and the invitation to begin caring for the needs of the children occurred during this time! I believe that when the compassionate side (typically relegated to women) of more and more of us is acted upon (irrespective of gender), the children of the world will be cared for, the earth will be cleaned up, and the quality of life for each one of us will be enhanced in like manner.
I believe that there are many who are waiting and hoping that the governments and/or the religions of the world and/or "alien beings" arriving will do something that will “save us”. But, just perhaps, it will be from the proper governing of our own individual actions as prompted by our pure hearts (the “Temple” of our souls). Perhaps as we all do our own part, no matter how tiny or grand, in a way that brings us personal happiness, we can find a world of peace and joy for all.
I believe that there are many ancient scriptures that point to this day; many esoteric writings that describe our time. Without quoting any of them in this venue, but allowing each reader to form their own thoughts and understandings, I do offer that ONLY by focusing on the “least among us” (and these children without homes, parents, food, and so many of the other “necessities” that most of us take for granted certainly qualify as “the least of the least”) we will be bringing peace and a greater sense of fulfillment to our own hearts as we help to bring a greater quality and quantity of JOY to theirs—and to the world.
I find it of interest that Harmony House and the true uniting and cleansing of the world is being initiated here in Latin America. Perhaps these people, in their poverty-stricken, most of them far-from-materialistic-state are most prepared for the inception of these principles. It will be most interesting to see if there are those from the rest of the world who will be able to truly reach down deeply into their own hearts and make the kind of difference that only they can make.
Although, perhaps, not “our brother’s keeper”, we are our own. As we live true to our own inner promptings we also find ourselves doing that which is most helpful to others, too. I beseech each interested reader to ask themselves: “What can I do?”
After enough of us have united together, perhaps the “leaders” and governments will take note. Perhaps at that time the red-tape will be taken from the existing programs and the implementation of Harmony House will be changed somewhat. (For a powerful slide-show presentation of precisely how this can work, please go to: http://www.worldwideunited.org/ and sign the declaration.)
As Miriam prepares them and sends them on to me, I will be posting photos and highlights of the children and the general situation of the community. Perhaps this will be of help to those considering getting involved. If so, please watch for an upcoming blog issue. Also, “You Tube” has several videos of Puerto Quito which may be of interest to view.
For those who have my email address, feel free to write to me with your ideas. Others can write to me through the “contact” link address of my website.
May we each find peace and JOY in our own hearts as we bring increased JOY to those around us.
My great love to YOU,
Kimberly
www.loveistheanswer.info
P.S. Feel free to distribute this information and share it with all you feel to. May you have a happy day! :-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYQovmtO06k&feature=related
It’s a Small World
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears;
It's a Small World, after all;
You may have noticed that I have not posted a blog update for quite some time. Why? A couple months ago I received a distinct impression that I had to truly “Know” my Self—completely—before I could ever truly help any other properly. So with that, I figuratively curled up into my “cocoon” and, perhaps like the caterpillar, allowed my “growth” to come, unimpeded, from within Me. I stopped focusing on trying to help others through writing my books and attempted to live only and completely true to my own inner compass of “JOY”.
I did begin teaching English classes in February at the nearby pre-school where Krystal attends. That has brought in about $100. :-) per month. But more than the money, teaching the children English (masquerading as “English”, but actually lessons in “happiness”) has given me an easy, Joy-filled outlet where many lives have been touched—including mine. Other than that I have just gone about my simple day-to-day tasks, spending much time in pondering, “listening”, and allowing what is within me to present itself.
Also, through Facebook especially, I have been very gratified to reconnect with people from my “long ago”. Some from verrrrrry long ago! :-) It has been a true Joy! Somehow, the simple connecting with others has, for me, gone hand-in-hand with being “still” and finding Me. Ooooh, I have such a love for people!
As simple as all that has been, I know that many lives have been touched by the random or daily interchanges Krystal and I have had here in Ecuador—and possibly beyond. I know that people’s lives have been brightened by my smiles.
I have not allowed myself to focus on my limited money supply dwindling. Instead, I maintained my peace and reached out to connecting with others, knowing that at some point, I would “know”…and be able to proceed.
Well, my experience has been amazing. I have been “finding” myself in ways that I never could have in the United States. In the process, my understandings have deepened and increased far beyond what I had thought I had understood before.
I have known that if I was truly living true to my Self that my life would flow and be relatively simple for me; that the “work” I would feel to engage in would bring me a great amount of satisfaction. I have known that I would, in a sense, “magnetize” to me those things and people who were most ready to be a part of my life. A friend sent me a link to a video on “Peace Pilgrim”. I watched it—twice—read her writings and was greatly moved by her faith and the power of her determined desire to DO something that would Really bless the lives of others—even if it was simple. She acted on what she Could do. She has affected many people. Including me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ySs2rLcPhU
A couple weeks ago, Krystal and I were out walking around the neighborhood and stopped at the little store (“tienda”) near our house where they sell natural ice cream (“helado”). We began talking with the couple who own and run the store. After a while, the conversation turned to health, they peppered me with questions, and then the topic turned to Harmony House and my passionate desire to help bless the lives of the children of the world—beginning here in Ecuador, if possible.
The more we talked, the more emotional the man became until he shared some experiences he had had and then shared that “siempre, siempre, siempre” (always, always, always) he would help me and wanted to be a part of Harmony House. He then shared that he was an attorney and would see that I get my residency here in Ecuador. Wow! Again, just living my peace, “life” brought them to us—for the possible “price” of occasional yummy ice cream cones. :-)
The day before that, my dear friend, Luis (the owner of the preschool) arrived home from his construction project in Puerto Quito. (He is an engineer by trade.) He excitedly asked me if I would like to live in Puerto Quito. It turns out that he had gotten into a conversation with the English teacher at the little school there where I had extemporaneously taught a couple months ago when we had gone up with him. The wife of the English teacher is in the government of the province (“state”) and she was more than excited about what she heard about Harmony House and proposed that I personally come speak with her about beginning the project there.
Well, Krystal and I did go up to Puerto Quito again—this past weekend. THAT IS WHAT I’M LEADING UP TO…! :-) But, first, I’d like to share what happened the night before.
Also, through Facebook especially, I have been very gratified to reconnect with people from my “long ago”. Some from verrrrrry long ago! :-) It has been a true Joy! Somehow, the simple connecting with others has, for me, gone hand-in-hand with being “still” and finding Me. Ooooh, I have such a love for people!
As simple as all that has been, I know that many lives have been touched by the random or daily interchanges Krystal and I have had here in Ecuador—and possibly beyond. I know that people’s lives have been brightened by my smiles.
I have not allowed myself to focus on my limited money supply dwindling. Instead, I maintained my peace and reached out to connecting with others, knowing that at some point, I would “know”…and be able to proceed.
Well, my experience has been amazing. I have been “finding” myself in ways that I never could have in the United States. In the process, my understandings have deepened and increased far beyond what I had thought I had understood before.
I have known that if I was truly living true to my Self that my life would flow and be relatively simple for me; that the “work” I would feel to engage in would bring me a great amount of satisfaction. I have known that I would, in a sense, “magnetize” to me those things and people who were most ready to be a part of my life. A friend sent me a link to a video on “Peace Pilgrim”. I watched it—twice—read her writings and was greatly moved by her faith and the power of her determined desire to DO something that would Really bless the lives of others—even if it was simple. She acted on what she Could do. She has affected many people. Including me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ySs2rLcPhU
A couple weeks ago, Krystal and I were out walking around the neighborhood and stopped at the little store (“tienda”) near our house where they sell natural ice cream (“helado”). We began talking with the couple who own and run the store. After a while, the conversation turned to health, they peppered me with questions, and then the topic turned to Harmony House and my passionate desire to help bless the lives of the children of the world—beginning here in Ecuador, if possible.
The more we talked, the more emotional the man became until he shared some experiences he had had and then shared that “siempre, siempre, siempre” (always, always, always) he would help me and wanted to be a part of Harmony House. He then shared that he was an attorney and would see that I get my residency here in Ecuador. Wow! Again, just living my peace, “life” brought them to us—for the possible “price” of occasional yummy ice cream cones. :-)
The day before that, my dear friend, Luis (the owner of the preschool) arrived home from his construction project in Puerto Quito. (He is an engineer by trade.) He excitedly asked me if I would like to live in Puerto Quito. It turns out that he had gotten into a conversation with the English teacher at the little school there where I had extemporaneously taught a couple months ago when we had gone up with him. The wife of the English teacher is in the government of the province (“state”) and she was more than excited about what she heard about Harmony House and proposed that I personally come speak with her about beginning the project there.
Well, Krystal and I did go up to Puerto Quito again—this past weekend. THAT IS WHAT I’M LEADING UP TO…! :-) But, first, I’d like to share what happened the night before.
Friday night, Krystal and I went out with a new friend, Fernando. He took us up to the “Panecilla” (Spanish for “little bread roll”) which is the name of the hill upon which Ecuador's “National Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary“ stands. Before the Spanish Conquistadors gave it this funny name, Panecillo – “little bread roll” – the hill was called Yavirac and it is said that the Incans had built a temple there to worship their god, the Sun. The building of the Panecilla began in 1976 and took about 30 years to complete. The hill upon which it sits is in the very center of town where the Incan’s for many years had a beehive-shaped oven for making their healing drinks. (The oven still stands as a monument.)
Made from 7,000 sheets of aluminum, “the Virgin” stands 41 meters tall and can be seen from anywhere in Quito. Locals are proud of their Virgin as it's the only one in the world that has wings and reminds one of an angel. What is really unique is that the Virgin is in a dancing position in contrast to the usual static Madonnas. With her feet poised on top of Ecuador, she stands on top of a huge, aluminum globe of the world. With her right arm held in a square, her left arm crosses her body and holds onto a chain that is connected to a snake-like beast at her feet that she has subdued. She also has wings and a halo of 12 stars surrounding her head. At night, and especially during “La Navidad”, the Panecilla is lit up and becomes a veritable “lighthouse” to the city. I believe there is great significance to the symbolism here but will not elaborate upon it now.
Also of interest, at least to me, Ecuador was the first South American country to win their independence, with the voice of liberty being sounded nation-wide on my birthday (August 10th).
My oldest son, Tyler, got engaged this very weekend to a most beautiful girl. They plan to get married in June. Although, of course, it would be wonderful to personally be with them in this exciting time…I don’t believe I will. As much as I love them, support their choices in life, and am thrilled for their happiness, there are so many young ones right here near me that are without any love and support…or even the barest of necessities. I know that Tyler and Melani will find understanding.
Bryanne, my 18 year old daughter, called at the first of the year after having an incredible dream that, she said, seemed different than anything she had experienced before. To the best of my ability and through notes I took and her repeated telling, here is her dream. I was lying on a tile floor with my arm around her as she knelt by my side. As I opened the right side of my body which seemed to have no ribs, I reached in, taking out my heart, and said, dramatically, “I must offer my life so another might live!” She described the heart as gigantic and not from the left side of my body, but from the right. Although it was damp and a deep pink color, it was not bloody or wet, but beautiful. She said that she somehow saw within its hollow cavity another, smaller heart, about the size of a typical one. The large heart had a string somehow attached to it, like an umbilical cord, with a tag of some kind. Bryanne said that I then set it down on the tile and we both watched together as it continued to beat slower and slower, finally stopping and I closed my eyes. She said that she had confirmed to her at that time her decision to be a heart surgeon. She picked up the warm heart, opened back up my body, placed it inside and continued to rhythmically pump it until it started beating again, at which point she woke up, knowing that what she had just dreamed was pretty amazing and somehow surreal.
Saturday, Krystal and I got up very early and started out with Luis and his family via their car. Partway to Puerto Quito, traffic was stalled because of a landslide. Huge boulders and piles of mud filled the road. As we waited for it to be cleared by the tractors and crew, Marcela, Luis’ wife, commented that they had been inundated by an inordinate amount of rain over the last few months. Interesting! (Right about the time I had found The Sealed Portion there was unprecedented flooding very near my house in Santa Clara, Utah… Hmmmm.)
Arriving at Puerto Quito, Luis took care of his business there at the school site and then realized that his brakes were broken on the car. While he worked on the car, the others of us walked up and down the main street of town. Groups of pre-teen homeless boys, like swarms of bees, molested the local shopkeepers, kicking at their metal doors and otherwise making their lives, obviously, frustrated. I thought of my own Spencer (12) and Parker (10) and realized that it could easily be “them” in this situation if it were reversed.
After fixing the car and quite a lengthy investigation, Luis was able to find the name and whereabouts of the English teacher. When we found his house, both he and his wife, Miriam, happened to be home and graciously invited us in. As Marcela needed to be back to work in Quito that evening, we just had a short amount of time to visit. I gave them my copy in English of the prospectus I had prepared of Harmony House. Bolivar read through it and asked questions (in his halting English) while his wife gleaned what she could. Excitedly, she called the “Governor” of the province and was able to get me a spur-of-the-moment meeting with her.
When we arrived at the governor’s office, I was sweaty and “glistening” from the high humidity and dressed in Capri pants and a white T-shirt, my hair pulled back in a pony tail—not how one would typically dress for the occasion, but I’m sure it was all perfect. I was at peace.
As we waited a few minutes, Bolivar seemed to proceed to attempt to “sell” me on why Puerto Quito needed Harmony House more than any other place in Ecuador. (Although my heart filled with the disparity of the situation of so many young, needy children—as well as adults, I was beaming inside that I might have just found the match between my burning desire and others’ needs being fulfilled!) When the Governor came, I was introduced and then the three of them, Luis, Bolivar and Miriam presented my heart’s vision—at least I believe they did, as it was all done in Spanish and I only understood bits and pieces. They waited after asking me if I knew the meaning of her name “Narciza” (“the attribute of the human psyche characterized by a great amount of admiration of oneself; self love”—I had to look it up to be sure after I had gotten home :-)). Not remembering the exact definition, still I responded that with that name, she must be perfect for her job. :-)
As they commenced talking about Harmony House, it was obvious that Narciza was only partially interested and had a great many things weighing on her mind as she proceeded to open and read her mail. Occasionally she would ask questions or make comments. Although I have gotten somewhat capable of understanding spoken Spanish, I have never heard anyone speak as rapidly as she did and therefore, could glean very little from her words.
Narciza seemed greatly intrigued that someone (me) from the United States would come to her country and desire to truly help. I realized that she was focused on the “milliones” of dollars that it would require to facilitate my plan and she emphatically presented that they had no money to offer, though they could donate land. I interceded as best I could that “the focus is NOT on the money, but on the hearts and the hands of willing people.” I told her that I believe that everyone in the world has a beautiful heart, although some seem tightly closed at the present. There are a great many that see the grave situation of the present world and would like to help, but few have the proper vision of how to go about this.
I shared my belief that there are many people who could help in some way (large or small), and though some considered me “loco”, we each needed to proceed in our own unique way, even if not understood by others. One might have a box of left-over tile from a building project. Another may be moving to a smaller home and have children’s books, musical instruments, clothes, furniture or other materials that would be helpful to donate to the children. Another may have a great desire to manually work, thereby dedicating a month/ summer/ retirement/ rest of their life to building up and maintaining the facility or helping “parent” the children. Another may have money to donate but no interest or ability to directly help. Another might want to personally volunteer, but not have the money to get here. Yet another may have great organizing abilities to oversee the volunteers, etc. etc. I shared that this project, I believe, was one that was greatly needed by all the people in the world and that this first one would serve as a prototype for others and that, I believe, Harmony Houses will dot the globe some day.
Especially considering the current economic situation of the United States and the rest of the world, it is highly likely that this project will end up benefitting many people that never would have imagined themselves involved—or their children or grandchildren.
Not only that, but I have already met many people right here in Ecuador that have expressed interest in helping with this project, again, each in their own unique way.
Harmony House will be mostly self-sustaining in that most of the food will be produced on site through the fruit trees and gardens grown and tended there. Where possible, the power, sewage and water will be as efficient, even self-sufficient, as possible. Also, the children will be taught all the basic skills (at least to some degree) of running the community, such as gardening, maintaining the facilities, cleaning, helping to prepare the basic meals, caring for the clothes, etc. Depending on their interests and desires, they will be able to have further, more intensive training in any of these areas.
Narciza seemed greatly intrigued that someone (me) from the United States would come to her country and desire to truly help. I realized that she was focused on the “milliones” of dollars that it would require to facilitate my plan and she emphatically presented that they had no money to offer, though they could donate land. I interceded as best I could that “the focus is NOT on the money, but on the hearts and the hands of willing people.” I told her that I believe that everyone in the world has a beautiful heart, although some seem tightly closed at the present. There are a great many that see the grave situation of the present world and would like to help, but few have the proper vision of how to go about this.
I shared my belief that there are many people who could help in some way (large or small), and though some considered me “loco”, we each needed to proceed in our own unique way, even if not understood by others. One might have a box of left-over tile from a building project. Another may be moving to a smaller home and have children’s books, musical instruments, clothes, furniture or other materials that would be helpful to donate to the children. Another may have a great desire to manually work, thereby dedicating a month/ summer/ retirement/ rest of their life to building up and maintaining the facility or helping “parent” the children. Another may have money to donate but no interest or ability to directly help. Another might want to personally volunteer, but not have the money to get here. Yet another may have great organizing abilities to oversee the volunteers, etc. etc. I shared that this project, I believe, was one that was greatly needed by all the people in the world and that this first one would serve as a prototype for others and that, I believe, Harmony Houses will dot the globe some day.
Especially considering the current economic situation of the United States and the rest of the world, it is highly likely that this project will end up benefitting many people that never would have imagined themselves involved—or their children or grandchildren.
Not only that, but I have already met many people right here in Ecuador that have expressed interest in helping with this project, again, each in their own unique way.
Harmony House will be mostly self-sustaining in that most of the food will be produced on site through the fruit trees and gardens grown and tended there. Where possible, the power, sewage and water will be as efficient, even self-sufficient, as possible. Also, the children will be taught all the basic skills (at least to some degree) of running the community, such as gardening, maintaining the facilities, cleaning, helping to prepare the basic meals, caring for the clothes, etc. Depending on their interests and desires, they will be able to have further, more intensive training in any of these areas.
Lighthouse Academy, the sister component of Harmony House, is the name of the type of education that will be in place at Harmony House. In this system, the curriculum is largely determined by the child’s heart. Literature, reading, writing, arithmetic, music will all be taught utilizing “the classics” but the GREATEST classic for each child will be the “book” they “write” through their own experiences. There will be much freedom during the day to pursue their individual desires and become proficient in the areas of their choosing. This will be done through mentoring, individual study, group projects, or in other ways determined by their area of interest and in consultation with their educational advisors.
Because of time constraints and language impediments, I did not completely “flesh out” the Harmony House concept in our brief (probably 20 minute) meeting—nor will I here. However, I truly see Harmony House as a powerful way to mend the world, through the hearts and hands of those willing to help. If a reader has interest, I would be happy to send more information and/or meet with them in a mini-seminar of sorts.
Not only will the children be raised to live healthy, empowered, Joy-filled lives that benefit many others as well, but the outlying community itself will be blessed. Yes, there will be less and less “swarms” of molesting or haunting street children, but the effect will be much greater than that. Unlike any other program, Harmony House is not a barricaded structure but instead depends upon interaction with others.
The principles taught and lived at Harmony House are those that I have discovered and implemented in my own life and with my own children. They are the ones that created apparent miracles in the lives of the children in my preschool in the States and that have created rippling out effects from those who have attended my seminars. They are the very same principles that I have earnestly sought (and found) and been writing about in my books. Yet they are more pure and feasible now, because of my experiences. These principles are all about respecting all others (and HOW to do that) while living happy, empowered, healthy lives. For any who are interested, these principles are aligned with and lead to the Worldwide United Foundation: http://www.worldwideunited.org/
Only those with a degree of understanding and a desire to master these principles will be allowed to interact with the children within Harmony House. I believe that we will see similar results: physical bodies as well as emotions will be healed, intellect and creativity unseen before will be unleashed, and a peace and Joy will be found within each heart and, thus, within the collective interaction of all those living and helping there.
Although in no way opulent, Harmony House will be built, run and maintained with a high quality of workmanship and materials. The flower-graced lawns and the attention to detail of each structure will all echo the theme of respect and beautiful harmony. Music and laughter, learning and creativity will sing through the interactions allowed and encouraged by the setting.
People from all over the world who agree to the principles of H.H. (all hinging on a correct understanding and living of the “Golden Rule”), who have a craft or interest to share, will serve as “mentors” for the children who have similar interests. Those from the nearby communities will be invited to participate in periodic concerts and art shows or other “performances” where the children will perform and sell through “admission” and individual transactions the pieces they have been working/learning on. In this way, they will gain a sense of pride in their accomplishments, gain “feedback” from others, prepare for their future, as well as earn spending (or saving) money that they might choose to utilize for desired “things” (such as chocolate bars, iPods, things not considered “basic necessities” and provided by H.H.). By the time of maturity, these children will be prepared to enter out into the greater community as a true, whole, healed, happy, productive adult, ready to pursue an occupation of their passion and training as well as continue to interact in productive, empowering ways.
Plato said it best, "At the touch of love...everyone becomes a poet."
As our short discussion went on, with me mostly listening to the others, I watched as the Governor’s composure visibly relaxed and her countenance brightened. I will meet again with Narciza in a couple weeks to share the concept further, but…she enthusiastically agreed to donate 30 hectares (74 acres) to Harmony House—and we will begin in May. We parted with the warm hug of sisters.
In the parking lot, Miriam asked the ages that I would be interested in helping. I responded from birth to 18—or maturity. Surprised, she volunteered that her job is working with the homeless infants of the area and that there are over 1500 homeless orphans between the ages of 0-5 years old (usually sick and needy) in that small province of about 17,000 people.
As we drove home, I had my mind flood with understanding and awareness of how to proceed. I realized that this first community of homes would deal with only those of that age group (0-5) and that the next Harmony House could deal with more or with older children, and the next one with teenagers, until we had taken care of the needs of the community. Based upon these same principles, healing communities could be established for the sick and elderly.
I am also thrilled with the prospects of what this will do for the surrounding province. Of course a sense of hope will be restored. Knowing that people from the States and other places of the world are taking a real, hands-on interest in THEM will produce a heightened sense of pride in their dwellings and community. Morale will go up as the town physically cleans up in preparation for their visitors. Visiting mentors from throughout the world will probably spend time frequenting some of the local shops and restaurants, interacting with their previously unknown brothers and sisters. Camaraderie will be established.
Those who volunteer in various ways will find they experience a completely different kind of “health retreat”. Although we will all work “by the sweat of thy brow”, hearts and bodies will be mended through the attention to fresh, raw fruits and vegetables, fun physical activity in an incredible setting, while reaching out to help heal others. Those who thrill to interact with children will find a joy unknown before because of the joyful principles lived there. Those who thrill to be noticed for their mastery and contributions to society (through their mentoring and help in the community) will find a great joy through their interested “audience”. And, of course, the children. They will have their physical and emotional needs met, thus freeing them to really live meaningful, productive lives while they discover WHO they truly are.
I will need to train those who will be helping and interacting by presenting my “JOY of Harmony” Seminars, thus finding increased joy in that outlet myself. Interacting with and seeing the healing and growth of the children and others will also bring me tremendous joy. And, possibly, my own children will be able to come spend some time with me as volunteers. THAT would be the “cherry on top!” :-)
Placed in family-type groups with about 10 children each, the “parents” will certainly be giving and serving a great amount of the time. Groundskeepers, handymen, transportation help, food handlers, “substitute parents”, educators and mentors of all types will all be very important to the community. However, no one (NO ONE!) will be given any kind of a luxurious salary. In fact, besides the basic needs being met (basic, fresh food; clothing; shelter; etc.) no one will be paid a dime. This is not about money! This is about finding our lives by losing our lives in the service of others.
Interestingly, Marcela explained that this last weekend (and particularly Sunday, March 8th) was the international (though not in the States) “El Dia de la Mujer”—“Day of the Woman”. How appropriate that the meeting and the invitation to begin caring for the needs of the children occurred during this time! I believe that when the compassionate side (typically relegated to women) of more and more of us is acted upon (irrespective of gender), the children of the world will be cared for, the earth will be cleaned up, and the quality of life for each one of us will be enhanced in like manner.
I believe that there are many who are waiting and hoping that the governments and/or the religions of the world and/or "alien beings" arriving will do something that will “save us”. But, just perhaps, it will be from the proper governing of our own individual actions as prompted by our pure hearts (the “Temple” of our souls). Perhaps as we all do our own part, no matter how tiny or grand, in a way that brings us personal happiness, we can find a world of peace and joy for all.
I believe that there are many ancient scriptures that point to this day; many esoteric writings that describe our time. Without quoting any of them in this venue, but allowing each reader to form their own thoughts and understandings, I do offer that ONLY by focusing on the “least among us” (and these children without homes, parents, food, and so many of the other “necessities” that most of us take for granted certainly qualify as “the least of the least”) we will be bringing peace and a greater sense of fulfillment to our own hearts as we help to bring a greater quality and quantity of JOY to theirs—and to the world.
I find it of interest that Harmony House and the true uniting and cleansing of the world is being initiated here in Latin America. Perhaps these people, in their poverty-stricken, most of them far-from-materialistic-state are most prepared for the inception of these principles. It will be most interesting to see if there are those from the rest of the world who will be able to truly reach down deeply into their own hearts and make the kind of difference that only they can make.
Although, perhaps, not “our brother’s keeper”, we are our own. As we live true to our own inner promptings we also find ourselves doing that which is most helpful to others, too. I beseech each interested reader to ask themselves: “What can I do?”
After enough of us have united together, perhaps the “leaders” and governments will take note. Perhaps at that time the red-tape will be taken from the existing programs and the implementation of Harmony House will be changed somewhat. (For a powerful slide-show presentation of precisely how this can work, please go to: http://www.worldwideunited.org/ and sign the declaration.)
As Miriam prepares them and sends them on to me, I will be posting photos and highlights of the children and the general situation of the community. Perhaps this will be of help to those considering getting involved. If so, please watch for an upcoming blog issue. Also, “You Tube” has several videos of Puerto Quito which may be of interest to view.
For those who have my email address, feel free to write to me with your ideas. Others can write to me through the “contact” link address of my website.
May we each find peace and JOY in our own hearts as we bring increased JOY to those around us.
My great love to YOU,
Kimberly
www.loveistheanswer.info
P.S. Feel free to distribute this information and share it with all you feel to. May you have a happy day! :-)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYQovmtO06k&feature=related
It’s a Small World
It's a world of laughter, a world of tears;
There's so much that we share,
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world, after all.
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a small, small, world.
It's a small world, after all.
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a Small World, after all;
It's a small, small, world.
Spanish:
Spanish:
En el mundo hay risas y dolor
Esperanzas y hay tambien temor
Mucho hay en verdad, que poder compartir
Entre la humanidad
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es
Una luna hay solo hay un sol
Para todos brillan sin distincion
Y aunque muy grandes son, las montañas y el mar
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Muy pequeño el mundo es
Debe haber mas hermandad
Muy pequeño es
December 18, 2008
December 18, 2008
I did not get on the plane this morning. Would I? Would I not? In the back of my mind I had not been completely certain. When I bought my ticket way back in July, I was told that legally, I must buy a round-trip ticket (two actually, one for Krystal, also). Otherwise, we would not be allowed to board the plane from Arizona to Ecuador. So the ticket agent got out his calendar and counted out 90 days—December 18th –and made the round trip tickets for that date. If one calls it “faith”—mine was strong enough that I would respond to others, “but I won’t be using the return ticket. I don’t believe I’ll ever be coming back.”
But I didn’t KNOW that. And then, over the last several weeks especially, in the back of my mind was the lingering question (that sometimes even came to the forefront): would I really find a way to stay in Ecuador? How would the VISA situation play itself out?
So many possibilities, but none of them slick and easy as originally assured to me. When it finally came down to it, just a few days before my 90 days of permission to be in Ecuador was to expire, I was driven, along with two attorneys, by my dear new friend and brother, Luis, down to Police Immigration to acquire an extension. They were all filled with confidence that this was an easy, routine, requisition. After some round-about business, they were informed (“they” because “they” spoke the language) that I would NOT be permitted an extension because only those from countries that embraced the “Andean Pact” were allowed long-term residency here if not legally citizens. The reality of it was, I was told quietly, was that the new President did NOT like Americans.
Okay, so now what? If my heart were only, somehow, allowed permission to speak to the President’s heart and let him know what I would really like to help HIM DO for his Ecuadorian people! That there is AT THIS MOMENT a plan in place to care for EVERY ONE under his jurisdiction. As I pondered, I realized that this land was more “home” for me than anywhere else on this earth right now. If I went back “home” to Arizona (or any part of The United States, for that matter—and I did have two invitations), what would I do? How would I financially “make it?” Okay, so I would get to hug and be with “my” children probably one or two days for a few possibly wonderful hours. Then what?
Here, in Ecuador, was where my heart would be. Here, somehow, was my work to do, my joy to find, my life to lose. I realized that if I was put in jail, that, oh well, that just might be the way to open up my voice and heart to ears that were open and prepared to hear about the Worldwide United Foundation. Perhaps that would be how I could (at least initially) help the most. I knew that my dear friends, Luis and Marcella (and Beth eventually) would care for Krystal. All would be well.
So, here it is, D Day. I did not get on the plane. Instead, I was taken by Luis and Marcella to Mega Maxi, the store of all department stores in Quito. I thought I would buy some candy canes and white chocolate to make my “signature” Christmas delicacy. However, in the store that had everything any Quitoian could want, there were NO (as in not one) candy canes to be found. Candy canes? Oh, yes, they had heard of them, but no. They didn’t eat candy canes here. Also, there were no bars or chunks of white chocolate.
Hmm, well, maybe I’ll buy a small Christmas tree for our little apartment. There were a few decorations (looking back, it wasn’t even Christmas music being pumped into the air), and there was a very small plastic wall-hanging tree (for $9.98) that I thought about purchasing then decided against it, Krystal’s school art project tree could do just nicely. As I passed the two or three types of Christmas stockings offered for sale (I had previously bought Krystal and I “mittens”—they’re small and require less to “fill”), I inquired of Luis and Marcela if they had any traditions that were special to their family. No, Ecuadorians did not fill stockings, Santa Claus did not come down any chimney (although they had read about that in American stories), but they did have a dinner the evening before and then opened up a couple presents that “Papa Noel” had left.
Interestingly, Luis then told me how he “hated” the holiday. For him, he was sickened at witnessing the commercialism (wow, if he could only see how that word looked in another “America”!) and the vast discrepancy between those who “had” and the many more that “had not.”
As I thought about “my” eight beautiful children, thousands of miles away from me…no holiday traditions being celebrated together, no Christmas stockings to fill, no Christmas Eve pajamas to open around the tree, no tree even—not even a small one propped up on a table, no caroling, no candy making and delivering, no hugs, music and hushed secrets…unbidden tears cascaded down my face. I could not stop them.
Oh, the sham of it all! I had tried for several years to participate on MY terms with the holiday. No stress, little money and hustle, many hugs and fun memories. A focus on the true gift; real peaceful love for ALL, a mere amplification of my life throughout the year.
Now, however, I would be unable to even do that, at least with “them”. Would “my” children really know how much I loved them and wanted their happiness more than my own? Would they know that their “REAL” Joy would bring me joy untold? Would they realize that I felt the same for every other child (no matter the age) , and could not stop until my life’s fire was spent in doing whatever miniscule act I could that my heart propelled me towards, knowing that in this way, their lives would be more greatly blessed in the long run, too?
Quiet sobs came unrestrained, but only for a few moments. Shaking myself, I knew that all truly was well and would work together for good. Christmas tree or no Christmas tree. White chocolate goodies or no white chocolate goodies. Children or no children. Presents and stockings and candy canes or not. Many children (if not most) in Ecuador and most other parts of the world would not even enjoy a warm bed for “sweet visions” of anything, much less a warm meal and a hug.
Yes, it's "Christmas" and yes I have seen several decorations, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it is not anywhere near the chaos and materialism that is taking place elsewhere. I am thousands of miles away from "my" children and who-knows-how-far from helping these other children of “mine” here. But, somehow I know that I am helping in my own small way. There's nowhere else on earth that seems as much "home" to me, yet my heart is so full with the discrepancy of those who HAVE and those who know-not-that -they-do-not-have.
Whatever my future looks like, I am here. Now is my moment. Krystal will feel my love. “My” other eight living children will too, I hope, being firmly rooted together in our hearts.
Later this afternoon, Luis took me to pay for and pick up the promotional flyers announcing the English classes I will be starting to teach in the afternoons and evenings at his school. As he drove, he began sharing something from deep in his heart. Only understanding part of what he spoke, he promised to write it down and send it to me via email. He did. I include here what he wrote, followed by a translation.
My new friend coincidentally shared with me this experience of his from long ago on this very day of deep peace AND emotions. This was just another poignant witness that my life IS being guided, that, however ludicrous my decisions may appear to others, I am finding my way (and doing that, as Frank Sinatra sang, *“My Way”). Interesting that Diego Romero expressed very similar sentiments to these expressed by Luis a few weeks ago as we were shopping with his relatives in the Otavallo market: somehow, he knew he knew me from somewhere. As soon as he met me he “recognized” me and felt very connected and close. (And, though the reader may intuit an erroneous viewpoint, both of these men I consider dear “brothers” and, I believe, they would each declare that I am a dear “sister.”) People are being prepared. Though certainly not slick and easy, my feet are being led.
My life will NOT be in vain. Following the peaceful promptings in my heart, I will find my way. However that may look to others. (They see with their own eyes, anyway.)
Here’s what Luis shared today, entitled “Un Sueno” (a dream):
MY FRIEND.
Hace unos años, quizá unos 8 años yo tuve un hermozo sueño, cuando yo en ese entonces me encontraba solo y en una situación muy dificil, en la que tenía un contrato por 91 millones de sucres para realizar unos trabajos en una hacienda ubicada en Pintág; en ese entonces los bancos cerraron por un mal llamado "feriado Bancario" en la que el dinero quedó congelado, al no tener el dinero suficienteciente no había para contratar trabajadores me tocó trabajar solo y para ahorrar combustible de mi coche me quedaba a dormir en el y una noche muy cansado me había quedado profundamente dormido, en eso de la 1 de la mañana aproximadamente soñaba que había una mujer muy hermoza de cabellos rubios con un vestido bello de tez blanca me acariciaba mis cabellos y me hacía sentir una paz inmensa y al momento que senti que habrío la puerta de mi coche desperté y la vi que se alejó en ese instante yo baje de mi coche y dije es verdad o un simple sueño.
Cuándo por primera vez te conocí me sorprendí, pero pasó unos días y en mi mente pasaban muchas cosas y me pregunte dónde le conocí y al recordar el sueño traté de encontrarte péro por algunos días no aparecias hasta que un lindo día te ví pasar y te invite de nuevo a pasar a la escuelita. y hoy tengo la suerte de que estes aqui en pérsona. Crees tu que me pudo haber pasado? fué sueño o realidad.tus hojos son los mismos que ví.
siempre
LUIS
Here’s a translation:
MY FRIEND.
A few years ago, maybe about 8 years, I had a wonderful dream. During this time, I found myself alone and in a very difficult situation. I had a contract for 91 thousand sucres to complete some work on a ranch located in Pintág. However, the banks closed because of problems and so all the money was frozen. Since I did not have enough money sufficient to hire workers I was required to work by myself. I had to save fuel for my car so I was left to sleep in my car. One night, when I was very tired, I had fallen deeply asleep, and at around 1 am I dreamed about a very beautiful woman with light colored hair wearing a beautiful white, lacy dress. She caressed my hair and made me feel an immense peace. At that moment, I felt the door of my car opened and I awoke. I saw that she had left. At that instant I got out of my car and I questioned, is it true or just merely a dream?
When I met you for the first time, it surprised me, but a few days passed and in my mind I thought about a lot of things and I asked myself, where did I know her? And as I remembered the dream I tried to find you for a few days but you did not appear until on a wonderful day you saw me pass and I invited you again to go to the school. And today I have the luck that you are here in person. Can you believe what has happened? Was it a dream or reality? Your eyes are the same ones that I saw.
always
LOUIS
Pleasant dreams, or, as the Ecuadorian’s say: “Duerme con sus angeles!” (Sleep with the angels!)
Kimberly :-)
“My Way”
And now, the end is near;And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I’ll say it clear,I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.I’ve lived a life that’s full.I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;And more, much more than this,I did it my way.Regrets, I’ve had a few;But then again, too few to mention.I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without exemption.I planned each charted course;Each careful step along the byway,But more, much more than this,I did it my way.Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chew.But through it all, when there was doubt,I ate it up and spit it out.I faced it all and I stood tall;And did it my way.I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.And now, as tears subside,I find it all so amusing.To think I did all that;And may I say - not in a shy way,No, oh no not me,I did it my way.For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.To say the things he truly feels;And not the words of one who kneels.The record shows I took the blows -And did it my way!
But I didn’t KNOW that. And then, over the last several weeks especially, in the back of my mind was the lingering question (that sometimes even came to the forefront): would I really find a way to stay in Ecuador? How would the VISA situation play itself out?
So many possibilities, but none of them slick and easy as originally assured to me. When it finally came down to it, just a few days before my 90 days of permission to be in Ecuador was to expire, I was driven, along with two attorneys, by my dear new friend and brother, Luis, down to Police Immigration to acquire an extension. They were all filled with confidence that this was an easy, routine, requisition. After some round-about business, they were informed (“they” because “they” spoke the language) that I would NOT be permitted an extension because only those from countries that embraced the “Andean Pact” were allowed long-term residency here if not legally citizens. The reality of it was, I was told quietly, was that the new President did NOT like Americans.
Okay, so now what? If my heart were only, somehow, allowed permission to speak to the President’s heart and let him know what I would really like to help HIM DO for his Ecuadorian people! That there is AT THIS MOMENT a plan in place to care for EVERY ONE under his jurisdiction. As I pondered, I realized that this land was more “home” for me than anywhere else on this earth right now. If I went back “home” to Arizona (or any part of The United States, for that matter—and I did have two invitations), what would I do? How would I financially “make it?” Okay, so I would get to hug and be with “my” children probably one or two days for a few possibly wonderful hours. Then what?
Here, in Ecuador, was where my heart would be. Here, somehow, was my work to do, my joy to find, my life to lose. I realized that if I was put in jail, that, oh well, that just might be the way to open up my voice and heart to ears that were open and prepared to hear about the Worldwide United Foundation. Perhaps that would be how I could (at least initially) help the most. I knew that my dear friends, Luis and Marcella (and Beth eventually) would care for Krystal. All would be well.
So, here it is, D Day. I did not get on the plane. Instead, I was taken by Luis and Marcella to Mega Maxi, the store of all department stores in Quito. I thought I would buy some candy canes and white chocolate to make my “signature” Christmas delicacy. However, in the store that had everything any Quitoian could want, there were NO (as in not one) candy canes to be found. Candy canes? Oh, yes, they had heard of them, but no. They didn’t eat candy canes here. Also, there were no bars or chunks of white chocolate.
Hmm, well, maybe I’ll buy a small Christmas tree for our little apartment. There were a few decorations (looking back, it wasn’t even Christmas music being pumped into the air), and there was a very small plastic wall-hanging tree (for $9.98) that I thought about purchasing then decided against it, Krystal’s school art project tree could do just nicely. As I passed the two or three types of Christmas stockings offered for sale (I had previously bought Krystal and I “mittens”—they’re small and require less to “fill”), I inquired of Luis and Marcela if they had any traditions that were special to their family. No, Ecuadorians did not fill stockings, Santa Claus did not come down any chimney (although they had read about that in American stories), but they did have a dinner the evening before and then opened up a couple presents that “Papa Noel” had left.
Interestingly, Luis then told me how he “hated” the holiday. For him, he was sickened at witnessing the commercialism (wow, if he could only see how that word looked in another “America”!) and the vast discrepancy between those who “had” and the many more that “had not.”
As I thought about “my” eight beautiful children, thousands of miles away from me…no holiday traditions being celebrated together, no Christmas stockings to fill, no Christmas Eve pajamas to open around the tree, no tree even—not even a small one propped up on a table, no caroling, no candy making and delivering, no hugs, music and hushed secrets…unbidden tears cascaded down my face. I could not stop them.
Oh, the sham of it all! I had tried for several years to participate on MY terms with the holiday. No stress, little money and hustle, many hugs and fun memories. A focus on the true gift; real peaceful love for ALL, a mere amplification of my life throughout the year.
Now, however, I would be unable to even do that, at least with “them”. Would “my” children really know how much I loved them and wanted their happiness more than my own? Would they know that their “REAL” Joy would bring me joy untold? Would they realize that I felt the same for every other child (no matter the age) , and could not stop until my life’s fire was spent in doing whatever miniscule act I could that my heart propelled me towards, knowing that in this way, their lives would be more greatly blessed in the long run, too?
Quiet sobs came unrestrained, but only for a few moments. Shaking myself, I knew that all truly was well and would work together for good. Christmas tree or no Christmas tree. White chocolate goodies or no white chocolate goodies. Children or no children. Presents and stockings and candy canes or not. Many children (if not most) in Ecuador and most other parts of the world would not even enjoy a warm bed for “sweet visions” of anything, much less a warm meal and a hug.
Yes, it's "Christmas" and yes I have seen several decorations, but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it is not anywhere near the chaos and materialism that is taking place elsewhere. I am thousands of miles away from "my" children and who-knows-how-far from helping these other children of “mine” here. But, somehow I know that I am helping in my own small way. There's nowhere else on earth that seems as much "home" to me, yet my heart is so full with the discrepancy of those who HAVE and those who know-not-that -they-do-not-have.
Whatever my future looks like, I am here. Now is my moment. Krystal will feel my love. “My” other eight living children will too, I hope, being firmly rooted together in our hearts.
Later this afternoon, Luis took me to pay for and pick up the promotional flyers announcing the English classes I will be starting to teach in the afternoons and evenings at his school. As he drove, he began sharing something from deep in his heart. Only understanding part of what he spoke, he promised to write it down and send it to me via email. He did. I include here what he wrote, followed by a translation.
My new friend coincidentally shared with me this experience of his from long ago on this very day of deep peace AND emotions. This was just another poignant witness that my life IS being guided, that, however ludicrous my decisions may appear to others, I am finding my way (and doing that, as Frank Sinatra sang, *“My Way”). Interesting that Diego Romero expressed very similar sentiments to these expressed by Luis a few weeks ago as we were shopping with his relatives in the Otavallo market: somehow, he knew he knew me from somewhere. As soon as he met me he “recognized” me and felt very connected and close. (And, though the reader may intuit an erroneous viewpoint, both of these men I consider dear “brothers” and, I believe, they would each declare that I am a dear “sister.”) People are being prepared. Though certainly not slick and easy, my feet are being led.
My life will NOT be in vain. Following the peaceful promptings in my heart, I will find my way. However that may look to others. (They see with their own eyes, anyway.)
Here’s what Luis shared today, entitled “Un Sueno” (a dream):
MY FRIEND.
Hace unos años, quizá unos 8 años yo tuve un hermozo sueño, cuando yo en ese entonces me encontraba solo y en una situación muy dificil, en la que tenía un contrato por 91 millones de sucres para realizar unos trabajos en una hacienda ubicada en Pintág; en ese entonces los bancos cerraron por un mal llamado "feriado Bancario" en la que el dinero quedó congelado, al no tener el dinero suficienteciente no había para contratar trabajadores me tocó trabajar solo y para ahorrar combustible de mi coche me quedaba a dormir en el y una noche muy cansado me había quedado profundamente dormido, en eso de la 1 de la mañana aproximadamente soñaba que había una mujer muy hermoza de cabellos rubios con un vestido bello de tez blanca me acariciaba mis cabellos y me hacía sentir una paz inmensa y al momento que senti que habrío la puerta de mi coche desperté y la vi que se alejó en ese instante yo baje de mi coche y dije es verdad o un simple sueño.
Cuándo por primera vez te conocí me sorprendí, pero pasó unos días y en mi mente pasaban muchas cosas y me pregunte dónde le conocí y al recordar el sueño traté de encontrarte péro por algunos días no aparecias hasta que un lindo día te ví pasar y te invite de nuevo a pasar a la escuelita. y hoy tengo la suerte de que estes aqui en pérsona. Crees tu que me pudo haber pasado? fué sueño o realidad.tus hojos son los mismos que ví.
siempre
LUIS
Here’s a translation:
MY FRIEND.
A few years ago, maybe about 8 years, I had a wonderful dream. During this time, I found myself alone and in a very difficult situation. I had a contract for 91 thousand sucres to complete some work on a ranch located in Pintág. However, the banks closed because of problems and so all the money was frozen. Since I did not have enough money sufficient to hire workers I was required to work by myself. I had to save fuel for my car so I was left to sleep in my car. One night, when I was very tired, I had fallen deeply asleep, and at around 1 am I dreamed about a very beautiful woman with light colored hair wearing a beautiful white, lacy dress. She caressed my hair and made me feel an immense peace. At that moment, I felt the door of my car opened and I awoke. I saw that she had left. At that instant I got out of my car and I questioned, is it true or just merely a dream?
When I met you for the first time, it surprised me, but a few days passed and in my mind I thought about a lot of things and I asked myself, where did I know her? And as I remembered the dream I tried to find you for a few days but you did not appear until on a wonderful day you saw me pass and I invited you again to go to the school. And today I have the luck that you are here in person. Can you believe what has happened? Was it a dream or reality? Your eyes are the same ones that I saw.
always
LOUIS
Pleasant dreams, or, as the Ecuadorian’s say: “Duerme con sus angeles!” (Sleep with the angels!)
Kimberly :-)
“My Way”
And now, the end is near;And so I face the final curtain.My friend, I’ll say it clear,I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.I’ve lived a life that’s full.I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;And more, much more than this,I did it my way.Regrets, I’ve had a few;But then again, too few to mention.I did what I had to doAnd saw it through without exemption.I planned each charted course;Each careful step along the byway,But more, much more than this,I did it my way.Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knewWhen I bit off more than I could chew.But through it all, when there was doubt,I ate it up and spit it out.I faced it all and I stood tall;And did it my way.I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.And now, as tears subside,I find it all so amusing.To think I did all that;And may I say - not in a shy way,No, oh no not me,I did it my way.For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.To say the things he truly feels;And not the words of one who kneels.The record shows I took the blows -And did it my way!
November 17, 2008
In Harmony
On one of the first days of our experience in Ecuador, as Krystal and I were walking toward the nearby park, I began picking up strains from a beautiful melody. As I drew closer, my eyes spontaneously filled with tears that tumbled down my cheeks as my heart swelled. I wasn't even conscious at that moment of what I was experiencing. It took me a few seconds to recognize the song "Chiquitita" and to mentally sing the words to the beautiful andean flute. As I later pondered my overwhelming response, I realized: this was a song that I had known from my youth, the original artists were Scandinavian, the words were in English, I had heard it and sung along with it often in my former home of The United States. Now here I was, in yet another part of the world, South America, hearing it played on an indigenous flute, welcoming me to my knew home. The title was in Spanish.
The singularity of the experience--all those different cultures and parts of the globe joining together in harmony to provide me this lyrical, soul-stirring moment! I felt very moved.
"Chiquitita" means "little girl." As I came home and searched the lyrics, I found them, also, to be most fitting. Here they are:
Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong
You’re enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet.
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I’m a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on.
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see you’ve broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together.
Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving.
You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving.
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you.
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
So the walls came tumbling down
And your love’s a blown out candle.
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle.
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet.
Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving.
You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving.
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Music is powerful! It reaches into the subconscious mind and brings forth feelings and actions that have changed lives. Krystal and I have experienced much in the ensuing weeks since my poignant experience with Chiquitita. Not only have I been continuing to feel more and more in harmony within my own being, but I have been getting a more clear vision of how my harmony will, potentially, increase and bless the lives of others, rippling out to bring a harmonious, joy-filled world where, truly, "the hills are alive with the sound of music!"
To recap some of the highlights:
Here I am holding the world in my right hand while Krystal straddles the equator, a foot in both the northern and southern hemispheres.
Krystal is playing with a young girl on one of the fun park features. She loved this spider-web type contraption that I would spin around and around for them!
Verdant, lush, gorgeous!
But, now, I realize, it's all okay...truly okay. If I have to leave here tomorrow, I am at peace. If I have not been granted a VISA or found another way to remain in Ecuador and have to utilize my airline tickets back to Arizona on December 18th, that is okay. AND, if the way somehow does open up and I am allowed to stay here and do the work that seems to be coming into greater clarity within my heart and mind, that's okay, too. I am not the ultimate overseer of this world...just my "own world." Whatever the appropriate timing, whatever the real project, I will remain awake in my soul and vigilant in following its call. In patience. And peace. And harmony. Considering what I've been learning and experiencing, this deep level of allowance with 'whatever is to be' is significantly poignant.
The singularity of the experience--all those different cultures and parts of the globe joining together in harmony to provide me this lyrical, soul-stirring moment! I felt very moved.
"Chiquitita" means "little girl." As I came home and searched the lyrics, I found them, also, to be most fitting. Here they are:
Chiquitita, tell me what’s wrong
You’re enchained by your own sorrow
In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow
How I hate to see you like this
There is no way you can deny it
I can see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet.
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
I’m a shoulder you can cry on
Your best friend, I’m the one you must rely on.
You were always sure of yourself
Now I see you’ve broken a feather
I hope we can patch it up together.
Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving.
You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving.
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you.
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
So the walls came tumbling down
And your love’s a blown out candle.
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle.
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet.
Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving.
You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving.
Chiquitita, you and I cry
But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you
Let me hear you sing once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita
Try once more like you did before
Sing a new song, chiquitita.
Music is powerful! It reaches into the subconscious mind and brings forth feelings and actions that have changed lives. Krystal and I have experienced much in the ensuing weeks since my poignant experience with Chiquitita. Not only have I been continuing to feel more and more in harmony within my own being, but I have been getting a more clear vision of how my harmony will, potentially, increase and bless the lives of others, rippling out to bring a harmonious, joy-filled world where, truly, "the hills are alive with the sound of music!"
To recap some of the highlights:
Three weekends ago, the plans that Krystal and I had had for that weekend to go to "El Oriente" (the rain forest) and visit some new friends, learning about the people and their needs in that part of Ecuador, were changed at the last moment. Other plans had come up for those who were also involved and who were going to take us there and act as translators. This propeled me to take us (via bus) to "La Mitad del Mundo" (the Middle of the World) just outside of Quito. This monument marks the place where scientists collaborated and marked the exact point of the equator.
Here I am holding the world in my right hand while Krystal straddles the equator, a foot in both the northern and southern hemispheres.
Krystal is looking over a serene setting in the middle of the park-like atmosphere of the cultural center.
Krystal is playing with a young girl on one of the fun park features. She loved this spider-web type contraption that I would spin around and around for them!
A dear friend had told me about a man and his wife that she had taken lessons from years past who would teach about Ecuador, the people, culture, and real estate. She gave me their contact information and the wife and I emailed back and forth a few times. She invited me to Cotacachi for that coming weekend, where they had a beautiful hotel and were offering a seminar for those looking to do business in Ecuador. Their attorney would be presenting info on acquiring VISA's. I thought that this might be just the opportunity that I needed to find answers to what I could do to lengthen my stay--perhaps forever. Although the seminar was several days long, I was invited to freely attend the Sunday class. At the last moment, I found out that the attorney was speaking Saturday morning--and I had no way to get there in time to hear him. Since Cotacachi is relatively close to San Pablo and I had been invited to be in San Pablo for Saturday and Sunday to again stay with the Romero family, I decided to go anyway, and Anna Marie (a new friend and one of the Romero family) came with me to the morning session.
Cotacachi is a beautiful, clean city. It is amazing what a bit of vision and attention to detail, coupled with money being pumped into the town by outsiders, can achieve. What a stark contrast it offered me to many of the other towns (which were laid out very similar to it).
Here is Anna Maria, outside the church in the middle of downtown Cotacachi.
This last weekend, Krystal and I again went to San Pablo. The purpose this time was for Diego Romero (previously referred to as Diego #2) and I to have time to share and explore some possibly related thoughts. Several times I had been told by his relatives that I seem just like him (by both his sisters' families). Although they would share very little, they would marvel often about the apparent similarities.
I have been slowly learning that Diego has given up a lucrative musical career in Quito to move back to his family home in San Pablo with his father and give his life to the poor children there, filling their worlds with music and happiness. He is endeavoring to help the community (particularly its children) learn and enjoy music while finding their own peace and happiness.
Though Diego knows no english, and my spanish is faltering at best, we both knew that as we communicated our hearts, understanding and sharing would take place. It didn't take long before I realized that very possibly the reason why I was "called" to Ecuador was to reopen my dream of "Harmony House" and work in partnership with Diego. Could it be?
It is amazing how cohesive our dreams are! Eight years ago, when I was "shown a vision" of Harmony House, I saw a place of beauty, peace, and healing on all levels-- emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I saw a place of transcendent learning and sharing...a "place of true harmony."
As my (then) husband and children enthusiastically joined with me in our pursuit, we learned much from other somewhat similar ventures. My attorney husband did all the legal work necessary to attain 501C-3 non-profit status. During one particular visit with an orphan-placing foundation, C.A.S.I., it was determined that the home we would establish (then called "Harmony House for Children") could potentially be a prototype for the Chinese government to help them learn how to deal with their 80+million orphans in orphanages (97% of them being female--raised until the age of 12, at which time they were thus sold for slaves of one kind...or another). The President of the foundation asked me how many we would be able to provide care for. I quickly, whole-heartedly responded, "80 million!"
Well, his meetings with Madame Wang (the leader over all the orphanages in China), the leaders of the Chinese government, and those from the American government did not fare well at all. He came back to say that every door that could be closed, did--particularly by the American officials. When our funding did not come in, the ranch that we had found (through some most amazing experiences) fell through, and then, my marriage dissolved, I had pretty much wondered about that whole, amazing experience and put it "on the shelf" in the back of my mind until understanding came--knowing it would some day. (Much more of this incredible story is told in my forth-coming autobiography.)
I now get it!!! I won't share much in this venue, but, suffice it to say...I wasn't ready! I had much to learn, many attachments (relationships, things, belief systems, etc.) to let go of and rearrange in my mind and life. I had much refining to go through. I had the principles that I am now writing about in my book, "The JOY of Harmony--How to JOYfully Raise Happy Children," to fine-tune and begin sharing.
Now, however, it looks quite possible that the time and I are ripe. I believe the world is crying out (and not in harmony!) for a different vision, another song, another way of living and interacting. And now, I may have a partner who has similar values and who lives, similarly, from a peaceful, passionate heart, willing and ready to help heal a troubled world--one young soul at a time.
Again, I am living in the moment. Although I have a vision of what I want for the world, I'm not completely clear what each of the steps will be for my part in helping to get us there. I do have pieces of the puzzle and will endeavor to live in the NOW and let my life flow from one step to another as I do whatever I feel in my joy-filled heart is the needed.
Here, Krystal is playing with friendly girls in the street outside the Romero house in San Pablo.
Here is a photo of some of the group of students that Diego works with in the afternoons. There is definately a respect and deep bond they each have for him, and he for them.
Outside of the government building in the central square are many indigenous women who wait for their "hand out."
Diego took Krystal and I on a drive and hike a little ways outside of San Pablo. This is his favorite place. As I entered this beautiful valley, I was overcome with emotion. This was beyond beauty. Truly, this picture seemed to match the one I "saw" in my mind that day of late December 2000 when I first was given the understanding of "Harmony House."
Several water falls of various sizes grace this serene land that seems to have never been touched much by humans.
Another view. In the far distance you can see San Pablo lake.
Verdant, lush, gorgeous!
Krystal and Diego by the little mountain stream.
Here, Krystal plays with some of the local girls who were here enjoying the day with their family. They are music students of Diego's. Krystal is deciding that the water is just a bit too cold for her and is on her way out.
(I wish you could see her a few minutes later--nearly naked and sloshing in the rich, black, mud--nearly covered with it. Alas, my camera battery had died.)
My dream for Harmony House, which has been newly refueled, and seems to be shared by Diego, is as a self-sustaining community of peace, healing, learning, creating and love; a place where children without homes and support can be integrated and thrive, knowing they belong, are accepted, appreciated for their unique essence and have a feeling of being needed for their contributions. Harmony House will be a (largely) self-sufficient (food, clothing, water, power, natural healing, empowering in every way) place of peace where street children and orphans can come and find solace, genuine love and healing, growing to maturity in wisdom. It is a community of family-type homes where music and true, passionate education (of the heart and mind together) fill the individual and society. I see Harmony House as a seedbed for a new kind of human, a being who is no longer a victim, no longer lonely, depressed, angry, but empowered and joy-filled as each interdependently and respectfully lives the golden rule and grows UP happy, productive citizens of society.
Early in 2003, I awoke one morning with the "knowing" that I must prepare myself, for one day I would be leading the children of this world in a grand choir of peaceful, empowering, song. (At that time, my understanding was that it was "my" birth children that the message must be implying.) I began immediately to glean from my vast reservoir of music a simple collection of songs that seemed to fit this need. Since then (and, indeed, throughout my life) I have composed simple little tunes of empowerment and joy, sharing them with the children in my "world" and watching as this music has made deep impressions in each of our lives. As I sold off basically everything I owned this last summer to begin this venture, gratefully, I still have access to this music. I KNOW that further music will be written and come forth to aid in this grand healing venture as we each join--in harmony--in a grand "Multi-Verse."
Diego says that the name "Harmony House" ("La Casa de Harmonia" in spanish) "!es perfecto!" Without the addition of ..."for Children" it keeps the implication that ALL who join in the effort and vision will share in the harmony and healing--not just "children." For, indeed, each one of us has a "child" still alive and waiting to be heard and healed living within our own heart.
Years ago, I was "given" the principles for TRUE education. Although I have greatly fine-tuned these through the years, I have named this style of education "Lighthouse Academy." In addition to the healing principles that I have learned (physical, mental and emotional), this education will be utilized in Harmony House. The BASIC needs will be provided for along with the governing laws being: equality, everyone lives by "The Golden Rule," and the pursuit of happiness is the reason for living and interacting, AS IT IS MADE POSSIBLE.
The nearby communities and volunteering artisans and workmen (as well as interested parties from around the world!) will intermingle with Harmony House members to mentor and assist (while also being held to the governing laws), training those who are interested in their art and skill. The children will then be able to sell their works to others to provide not only opportunities to learn and contribute, but to receive personal monetary remuneration for their desires not covered by the basic necessities provided by Harmony House.
Although I truly did not know why my sudden impetus this summer to sell everything and go live in Ecuador, I did have some vague notions why. As I wrote in my letter (which is my first blog post) of July 4th, 2008: "Again, where my life will continue to lead, where I will go from there, I can’t even guess. It is likely that I will help in orphanages. I might open a school of some kind. Perhaps I will make and sell my “green drinks” and smoothies. Perhaps I will do nothing more than walk among the poor and bind up their hearts as I laugh with and interact with them. Whatever I find to do to sustain us and fulfill our inner joy in life, I am fairly sure it will involve children and parents, music and laughter. All I know is that life is a grand adventure; love IS the (only) answer; the injunction to “do unto others as you would have others do unto you”—always—is the only road to true and lasting peace."
As I have shared bits of my dream for Harmony House (and its expansion to help create a peace-filled world), Diego has jumped in and gone to my next sentence. Saturday, as Krystal and I were walking around the town of San Pablo, I saw in my mind how I wanted the layout of the community to be. When we got home and I shared that with Diego, he picked up my notebook and quickly sketched it out, showing me his bracelet that had the symbolic representation on it. Then, he went and got his many year's old notebook where he had written his dream, along with the same lay-out drawn in it.
Even at this early stage in our partnering, there are many synchronicities. To me, it feels like I have found a dear, long-separated brother. I'm sure we go way back and have had many similar experiences together--before this life. As Diego and I went to an internet cafe in town to see the slideshow on the Worldwide United Foundation (http://www.wwunited.org/) he was thrilled! Here was his dream from many years past all written down and ready for humanity. He enthusiastically signed the declaration.
Diego shared with me a pivotal chapter of his life. From my understanding of what he shared, when he was eight years old, he was profoundly ill, affecting the bones of his body. The medical community, who called upon many experts, were at a loss of what else they might try to bring him relief from his tremendous pain and to alleviate his suffering--having lost hope in finding a source of healing. Then, somehow, he was introduced to music. He immediately began to heal, find great passion and, his life has never been the same since. Music was his "savior" and has been his way-shower to help bless the lives of many others.
Sunday, I was able to briefly meet a Catholic Father who has a self-sustaining (and very beautiful) home for Aids children there in San Pablo. He has said that his home is my home and that I am invited to visit, question, and learn from what he has put together. Although very different from that which Diego and I endeavor to build, there are many common themes. I also was able to meet Diego's friend who is working to enliven the town to take care of the buildings and find self-respect in bettering their lives. Also, Diego introduced me to another friend who is a member of the government of the Imbaburra Province. With each of these we briefly shared our "project."
Both Diego and I smilingly acknowledge that there are many who consider us each "loco" (stupid or foolish). I have learned that I really don't care much what any other thinks of me. Indeed, there is great freedom in living as a "fool." My desire is to follow the passionate barometer of my own heart and live my joy as I, perhaps, bless the lives of others. This I will do.
There are still many unknowns. Is this the right time for Harmony House? Am I yet ready? How will we proceed? In pooling everything we each own, we have scant resources and very little money to begin. BUT...we each have deep desires to bless humanity and fill the hills, mountains, lowlands far and wide with music, healing, harmony and happiness. With this passion, there is no way we will not at least make some progress and leave the world a little better than we have found it.
Perhaps Harmony House will begin here in Ecuador and serve as a prototype for further areas of the world. With the extreme poverty and the 80% illiteracy rate in San Pablo, it seems a good place to start.
Diego and I certainly can not do this alone. Perhaps there are others who will feel to help us in this venture. I have the vision, I have some helpful experiences and, of course, my driving passion, but certainly there are others of like heart who will step forward to offer what they can.
We each have a lot to do, together and separately, to get this project going, but one foot in front of the other, receiving direction from our hearts and peaceful minds...IT SHALL BE DONE.
I have a dream. My dream and peaceful joy will lead my footsteps, guide my hands, be my voice. I believe that by living and bringing forth my dream, many, many lives will be healed and made whole. At least mine will.
Chiquitita (little girl), you CAN sing a new song. A song of hope. A song of JOY. A song of LIFE.
Last night, while preparing for bed, I felt a "shift" of some kind come over me. I realized that I was experiencing a profoundly deep level of patience...peace...allowing. As I pondered on the singularity of the feeling, I realized that the last few weeks I had not been feeling this much continual peace on this deep a level. Instead, somewhere in the back part of my mind, I had been wondering and searching for just HOW to establish the contacts and how to maneuver extending my stay long-term here in Ecuador. I knew that I still had so very much to do! I had been sensing that my time here was possibly ticking away. Had I accomplished what I had come here for? Although for every possible moment of every day I have been working on my books and caring for those other bits of life that need attention (often during the night while Krystal--and the rest of the world--sleeps), it seemed that I was not making nearly the progress that I want. With all that I have been continuing to learn and put together that I passionately want to share and help others with (including feeling my own passionate JOY in the learning/discovering/remembering/sharing process), I have more now than ever that I want to bring forth, write about and accomplish. (Much more than will fit in just "one book" to write. Many volumes.)
But, now, I realize, it's all okay...truly okay. If I have to leave here tomorrow, I am at peace. If I have not been granted a VISA or found another way to remain in Ecuador and have to utilize my airline tickets back to Arizona on December 18th, that is okay. AND, if the way somehow does open up and I am allowed to stay here and do the work that seems to be coming into greater clarity within my heart and mind, that's okay, too. I am not the ultimate overseer of this world...just my "own world." Whatever the appropriate timing, whatever the real project, I will remain awake in my soul and vigilant in following its call. In patience. And peace. And harmony. Considering what I've been learning and experiencing, this deep level of allowance with 'whatever is to be' is significantly poignant.
I now leave the reader in peace...
and harmony.
Until we meet again, over the great "net" or in person,
Kimberly
Keep smiling! :-)
October 30, 2008
Face to Face with "Michelle"--My Belle
I have had problems with my printer and computer since arriving here. While taking my printer in for servicing one day last week, I passed a young toddler seated on a filthy cushion on the street corner--a box of chicklet (gum) to sell by her side. Her mother was no where to be seen, although there were several people walking up and down the streets, entreating the car drivers and those walking to buy their goods.
I was appalled!. This was a tiny girl, all by herself. As I quietly walked up behind a tree to take a picture of her, she saw me and eagerly, authoritatively, ran to me, saying: "Give me money! Give me money, please. PLEASE give me money!!! I have nothing to eat." (This was said in Spanish.) I bought a package of gum from her, to which she nearly snatched the dime from my hand. I asked her what her name was: "Michelle" was her reply. Michelle answered my next question that she was two years old. She was the most assertive two-year-old I have ever met (and I have met and interacted with many!).
Such beautiful handcrafts of all sorts for sale. Incredible workmanship at very cheap prices.
Here, a young woman poses with her hand-embroidered and sewn blouses. Exquisite!
I was appalled!. This was a tiny girl, all by herself. As I quietly walked up behind a tree to take a picture of her, she saw me and eagerly, authoritatively, ran to me, saying: "Give me money! Give me money, please. PLEASE give me money!!! I have nothing to eat." (This was said in Spanish.) I bought a package of gum from her, to which she nearly snatched the dime from my hand. I asked her what her name was: "Michelle" was her reply. Michelle answered my next question that she was two years old. She was the most assertive two-year-old I have ever met (and I have met and interacted with many!).
As I left Michelle, I began weeping. The two young men with me tried to console me by saying that "this was normal. There are many children just like this throughout the country. It's normal. These children have experienced much, like a 60 year old man."
How my heart yearned to hold her (and each of these other children) in my arms and to help fill their empty stomachs and hearts. Oh! For each child in our global family to feel loved, appreciated, to have their physical and emotional needs met so that they were free to pursue their own, unique HAPPINESS!
I have been told that many parents have children precisely so that they can set them out on the streets to work for money for the family. Possibly, it was Michelle's older sister (about 14, perhaps) who had a tiny baby strapped to her back, walking up and down through the cars on the street, selling her wares. Other parents "rent" their children out to work for others. Some of these parents never see their children again. Sometimes these children are found having been physically and emotionally violated. The now-deceased father of the family I'm renting from took a young girl in and raised her for a time when she was young, alleviating her family from providing for one more mouth to feed and body to clothe.
Oh, how often my eyes are flooding with tears. I have a work to do, a passion in my heart to listen to and follow. Somehow, My life will not be "in vain." Little Michelle, finding a way to help implement the Worldwide United Foundation's plan will guide my life and thoughts. I pledge to you and the millions of others--in Ecuador, and worldwide--that your life will be blessed because of mine. This hope and picture in my mind bring me great joy and light a flame that will not be extinguished.
Michelle--lyrics (Lennon/McCartney)
Michelle, my belle*. These are words that go together well, my Michelle.
Michelle, my belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble.**
I love you, I love you, I love you. That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way I will say the only words I know that you'll understand.
Michelle, my belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble. I need to, I need to, I need to. I need to make you see, oh, what you mean to me. Until I do I'm hoping you will know what I mean. I love you. I want you, I want you, I want you. I think you know by now I'll get to you somehow. Until I do I'm telling you so you'll understand.
Michelle, my belle. Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, tres bien ensemble. I will say the only words I know that you'll understand, my Michelle.
(*Beauty)
(**Are the words which go together well, go together well.)
Last weekend, the people I'm renting from took Krystal and I to San Pablo--a tiny village about two hours north of Quito. This was our first excursion out of Quito in the 5 weeks we've been here. In this tiny village, which lay among verdant fields, mountains and lakes, was squallor and poverty. The dirt and stone streets that were in decay among the houses and stores were likewise, filled 
with those begging and selling. And yet...
with those begging and selling. And yet...the weekend we were there was their annual birthday celebration. What comaraderie and sense of "family" they exuded. We were able to join in with their music, dancing, and fireworks. Fun!
Here is a hand-crafted and assembled "work of fire" that turned, twisted, and progressively lit itself as those assembled looked on. And the band played on....
Here is Krystal with her new friend, Stephanie, and her father Ricardo (the one who picked me up from the airport and has helped me much in getting established and learning the language). Also in the picture are Fernando Sr. and his wife Elena. Fernando is my friend, Fernando's, father. He and Elena have invited Krystal and I to their house tomorrow for a long weekend. They live in "El Oriente"--in the Amazon Rain Forest. According to them, the real poverty is there.
Here is Krystal and Hugo, washing the vegetables for a dinner in the huge sink outdoors.
Techi allowed Krystal to help bake a cake. Krystal was thrilled with each step of the process. Here she is licking the batters to the frosting she just helped make.
Patti and Techi preparing dinner in the kitchen.
With Diego (another Diego--Ricardo's brother-in-law) we go to the Otovallo Market. Here is a man cutting open coconuts to sell for their milk.
Such beautiful handcrafts of all sorts for sale. Incredible workmanship at very cheap prices.
Here, a young woman poses with her hand-embroidered and sewn blouses. Exquisite!
Until next time......
Smiles as we each follow the barometer of our heart!
Kimberly
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