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I’m a DESPICABLE Human Being! Face to Face with Poverty in Panajachel, Guatemala

You know, I really don’t like everything about travel.

There are some things I just can’t stand.

Oh sure, these things can be great experiences. They can be a novelty that’s fascinating, or fun to do… the first time.

But day after day, they start to get really old. And then annoying. And then sometimes downright unbearable. Read more

What’s the One ‘Change That You Want to See in the World’? : Orphanage Visit in Solola, Guatemala

Guatemalan orphan girl at Eagle’s Nest Orphanage

Be the change you want to see in the world.”  Mahatma Ghandi

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This post is the first in a series about Humanitarian Work – how can we make a positive contribution to the world? How can we discover what our contribution is?

One thing that our travels continue to teach us is that there is so much need in humanity – starving children, orphans, poverty, ignorance, disease.

One person can’t do everything. One person can’t help everyone. But one person can do something and help someone. And that’s enough.

I call this the ‘starfish principle.’ (Thanks Colin for the idea).

Your job is to find out HOW and WHO.

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It’s been about 8 weeks since we left Belize, visited Tikal, and then came to Panajachel, Guatemala.

We’ve rented a nice little house. We’ve gotten into a comfortable routine of chores; education/study time; writing (posts, guest articles and our free Living Deliberately book).

We’re also working on recording videos (as answers to your questions, and for our Living Deliberately course that will be re-released soon), and my husband’s newest site.

Life has been pretty, you know, ordinary. Regular. Routine.

Buying produce at the mercado

Well, I guess as ‘ordinary’ and ‘routine’ as it can be when you’re living in Guatemala.

We still find delight in the colors of the native dress, with the women in their huipils and cortes. We love the bliss of buying cheap, fresh food that nourishes your body, and the pleasure of a year-round, spring-like temperatures.

Other wonderful things have been taking place as well. We’ve had friends visiting for our Unconventional Family Convention. We’ve been discussing education; essential oils; homesteading; exploring organic farms and agriculture schools; studying self-sufficiency, permaculture, vermicomposting, and other fascinating subjects.

So after another ‘normal’ day, we arranged with the Unconventional Crew to visit a local orphanage.

I hadn’t thought much about it, or what to expect. Our friends arranged it all, and we just needed to show up.

A woman with a baby strapped to her began giving us a tour of the campus. We started in with questions about her family. She and her husband had just moved to Guatemala last year with their nine children (yes, nine. Five of them are adopted. Two from Guatemala – one from this orphanage. Two from Texas. One from Ethiopia.) They’d given up the corporate life to devote themselves to serving orphans.

Wow. Talk about incredible.

The Block family with their nine children

She showed us their ‘Manna Feeding Center’ where they serve meals to local children from the community who qualify for the program.

Then she told me about the baby she was carrying in her sling. One-month-old Abby was given up by her very young mother due to some unpleasant circumstances (I was asked not to share too many personal details.)

Looking into her sweet little face, tears nearly overflowed with this incredible desire to not only HOLD her, but to HELP the world become a place where situations like this don’t happen.

One month old Abby

The Manna Feeding Center

I’ve felt this feeling before – the intense desire to make a difference. It motivated our initial adventures. It burned within when we moved to India. It’s been the topic of much discussion between my husband and I.

Yet I think the feeling has gone a little dormant. The blaze has shrunk to a spark.

 

Just today, I picked up my computer case that had been sitting on a bedside table for over a week. It was dust-covered, and had to be brushed off. Without regular use, we tend to collect a little bit of dust and grime. We get a little stale.

Seeing the orphans, and being inspired by people who are devoting their lives to ‘being the change,’ it felt like the dust was brushed off my soul, and sparks were re-ignited. And I recognized that my desire to be a change agent had gotten a little dusty from lack of use.

It’s not that we’ve never committed ourselves to ‘humanitarian efforts.’ I mean, we did spend five months in India (while I was pregnant), working with the leprosy affected. We’ve visited orphanages and passed out books in Mayan villages along this trip.

We even talk about the best way to approach humanitarian work on a regular basis – how to make it truly ‘self-helpful’ instead of a crippling handout.

But something about this visit stirred my spirit. It made me think about if I’m giving enough focus on what I want my life to be about. What legacy do I want to leave? What example do I want to set for my children?

There’s a big difference between doing humanitarian work and devoting your life to creating change. We’ve done humanitarian work. We’ve worked on other peoples projects. But what have I devoted myself to changing about the world?

It’s easy to return back to normal life after participating in an orchestrated humanitarian project. You build the house, dig the well, feed the orphan, and then go home.

It’s something entirely different to become the person who inspires change, orchestrates improvement, and lifts humanity – where ever she goes.

I want to become that kind of person.

But I have to ask myself, what change do I ‘want to see in the world?’ And then I have to ‘BE’ it.

We don’t all have the same mission, or interest. Some want to eradicate leprosy. Others care for orphans, or special needs.

Some devote themselves to bringing clean water to the world, or liberating children soldiers. And there are some who serve the all-important role of financing those ‘on the ground’.

They are all needed. They all fill a worthwhile role. The only difference in the work that is done relates to the individual who initiates it.

 One person is all it takes to start a movement. One person is all it takes to create change.

That’s how this orphanage came to be. Someone saw a need, and rather than asking why somebody didn’t do something about abandoned children in Guatemala, they decided to be the ‘somebody’ that did something.

Now these children, although parent-less, at least have a home to live in, food to eat, and a chance for an education. They have hope.

So how do you discover ‘your change’ that you want to BE and SEE?

Start by asking what’s important to you, and what’s ‘wrong’ with the world that you’d like to fix.

For me, I want to do more than feed someone. I want to teach them to fish. Instead of handouts, I want to support self-sufficiency. I’m passionate about education. I want to do something for others that they can’t do for themselves.

In general, people don’t lack food, or clothes or ‘things’ that others need to give to them, as much as they lack ideas on how to provide it for themselves.

I want to be an Idea Spreader. I want to plant knowledge.

What is the change you want to BE and SEE? Please share with me below.

“You may never know what results come of your action, but if you do nothing there will be no result”  Mahatma Ghandi

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Click here if you’re interested in learning more about the Block family, or here if you would like to support their mission.

Click here for more about Eagles Nest Orphanage.

The video below shares our visit, as well as:

  • Adopting in Guatemala
  • Current needs of Eagles Nest
  • Special Needs teacher needed
  • Sponsorship opportunities

How We Became a Nomadic Family: Part 3

Coconuts! Our favorite. Dominican Republic

This continues from Part 2 of Our Story

We landed in the Puerto Plata airport – with 12 suitcases, 6 carry-ons, and 4 children – ready to make the Dominican Republic our home, site unseen.

We didn’t know where we would live, only the town we wanted to live in. Hopping on a 2 hour bus ride to Samaná, our final destination was Las Galeras – a small village at the end of the road on a remote peninsula.

A taxi took us from Samaná to Las Galeras, but once we arrived, then what would we do? Where would the taxi drop us off? Where would we go? How would we carry around all of our ‘crap’? How would we find a house? Read more

Oh PLEASE, Not ANOTHER, “The Truck Broke Down” Story. This is Getting Pathetic: Guatemala

“Please don’t blog about this,” my husband pleads, as we sit together in the dark – defeated – on the side of the highway that takes us from Panajachel to Antigua, Guatemala.

“It’s really getting ridiculous. People will think this is all that happens to us, instead of realizing how awesome every other day of our life is,” he continues, “In fact, don’t even mention it on Facebook.”

“Too late,” I say with a smile. That’s the amazingness of connectivity today. With an iPhone and a data plan, all our friends around the world who are on Facebook already know that we’ve been stranded for hours.

Greg had fiddled with every option to try and get us going again. I sat in the truck with the kids and practiced patience, a perfect opportunity to develop a much needed virtue.

Now it was dark, and it was clear we weren’t going anywhere. So we decided to just go to bed.

Plans had been made weeks ago to meet up with friends in Antigua to experience Semana Santa. After the beach trip mishap, we had talked about not going.

I hate being stranded, and didn’t want to take our chances of doing it again. Read more

Semana Santa (Holy Week) In Antigua, Guatemala

Despite all odds (yes, the truck broke down again), we made it to Antigua to reunite with the King family (currently living in Belize) and the Lybberts (currently in Lake Chapala, Mexico), to celebrate Semana Santa.

We had a fabulous time. It was so incredible to see first hand the tradition of this culture. I felt so grateful to encounter it. Here’s some of what we experienced:

First, the video

Then, the photos

 

Tired family travelers

Phew! Is that enough photos??

Click here to learn more about the history and traditions of Semana Santa

Have you experienced Semana Santa? Do you plan to?

Why Guatemalans Are Tough, Life Gets Hard, And What to Do About It: Panajachel, Guatemala

This old woman is way tougher than I am

(This post is continued from Surfing Misadventures).

“When it rains, it pours,” Greg groggily grunts through the fog of his head cold.

Thank goodness we have a cell phone. And friends. And a house to go to. Oh, and we know a great mechanic too.

We call our friends, and our mechanic, and in less than 20 minutes they’ve come to our rescue.

Diego, the mechanic, gets to work on the truck, and making the appropriate phone calls. Greg, our friend (yes, same name…), helps load our sleeping kids up in his van, and drives us home, minus daddy, who, despite is sickness-induced-stupor, stays with Diego and the truck. Read more

Sometimes You’ve Got to Be Willing to Break Your Board: Surfing Misadventures on the Guatemalan Coast

Sometimes life just flows along smoothly. There’s no hiccups, no bumps in the road. Sometimes life is so good, it’s scary… because you wonder what mishaps might be on their way.

That’s how life has been lately. Everyday I wake up in our little rented house in Panajachel, Guatemala, and I spend the day with people who I love and who love me, doing the things I want to do.

I write, edit my photos, read great books, go shopping in a very cool local market, take pictures, hang out with friends, and get loved by my sweet children and my amazing husband/hero.

I’m also contrasting my life to the challenges that friends and family are facing – financial, spiritual, physical challenges. Challenges that are really big and frightening.

I am filled with so much gratitude for our incredible life, but it’s so sensational, I’m almost frightened. Really. Read more

I’ll Let the Photos Tell the Story: Hiking in Panajachel, Guatemala

It’s been a crazy week – head colds; fevers; truck wouldn’t start; crazy drive through thick fog; beach trip; busted surf board (a rented board); sick husband; late night return home; malfunctioning transmission; late night rescue by friends and a great mechanic (I’ll be sharing this story next week).

For now, I’m tired, and I’m busy finishing up an article for BootsnAll, as well as working on my free book that I’ll be releasing soon. So I’m just going to post photos from our hike with our ‘trail running’ friends last week, and let them tell the ’1,000 words’.

Enjoy. Read more

Working For Love Vs. Survival: Hiking in the Highlands of Guatemala

It’s 4:00 a.m. The world is silent (yes, incredibly, at 4:00 a.m. it’s even silent in Central America). My kids sleep soundly as I rise for my morning routine at our new house in Panajachel, Guatemala.

It starts with some reading of spiritual literature on my Kindle, and then continues with work.

People are often shocked when they learn I get up at four. Their reaction varies from utter disbelief; to pity – hoping that I won’t have to do that for long; to repulsion.

Truthfully? I LOVE getting up at four. I LOVE getting up to work.

Why? Because I get to do work I thoroughly enjoy doing (writing; editing photos and video; creating – this free book is one of my current projects). And I get to do it at a time when I can give it my complete focus, without constant interruption (which is what happens throughout the rest of the day).

The kids rise by 6 ish. We do our morning routine; focus on education; do more work; then as evening approaches we head out to hike the highland hills of this beautiful country where we currently reside. Read more

Landing in the Lap of Luxury: Our New House in Panajachel, Guatemala

The dictionary defines luxury as:

the state of great comfort and extravagant living; an inessential, desirable item that is expensive or difficult to obtain.

There was a time in my life when I yearned for a life of luxury. I drove a $50,000 Armada; my husband drove a Nissan Titan and a Porsche; we lived in a $400,000 furnished model home complete with a home theater; our monthly expenses were in the neighborhood of $15,000 (now we could live for more than a year on what we spent in one month). Read more

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