Posts from the “Awareness” Category

Fam·i·ly

Posted on February 26, 2014

Fam·i·ly  (noun) [fam-uh-lee, fam-lee]: a basic social unit consisting of parents and their children (probably the most complete definition you’ve ever heard. no not really). Most of us were born into a family, therefore ‘la familia’ could be the most conventional, recognizable, normal concept and hence reality, yet not all of us so marshmallowy fall into it ourselves. Oh no, some of us resisted the idea for years like being cautious of taking the wrong exit on the highway or like a visceral reaction you probably get when someone offers you heavy cream and you are lactose intolerant. Yet then it happens, that you give into it or are led into it, or it miraculously just IS. I have plenty of friends though, for whom having a family of…

Close up

Posted on May 16, 2013

A close-up [anything] generally makes us cringe, even if is not that close. Lack of personal space, a portrait, a look, even a word hinting to something too close to the truth could be enough to make us walk the other way.

Pores, lines, sweat, scars.

Humanness and vulnerability exposed for everyone to see, or so we fear.

But oh, so much beauty is in every individual!

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Escape

Posted on April 11, 2013

I, the weather-aware woman.

Seattle taught me a lesson, don’t think about what is on the other side of your glass window; get your raincoat and not your umbrella.

I still thought about rain about once a day.

We’ve  had 104F temp at some points this week.

It is sometimes difficult to function when away from a source of cold air.

It is difficult to admit this is how I feel too…phew

Although we have a car, the papers are being processed, the paper are in a ‘still process‘ as I see it. We ride on taxis as we have for a year now. Your pants get stuck to the old ambassador seats; the driver wets a red towel and wraps it around his head to cool off. It makes me feel like I am in a steam room, and someone keeps pouring water over those hot stones.

I grab onto the taxi’s door which hides the rolled down windows and wave my hand onto the warm Calcutta air. I think is cooling me down, but then maybe is not.

I have found myself a tad edgey, wrawwwwr

My mind wonders away to anywhere cool and spacious. An escape.

So dramatic of me to say.  It’s alright.

These are some photos from our trip to Delhi. Delhi is not my favorite city in India, but they do have some kickass gardens!

The Mughals sure knew how to stay cool in those hot summer days

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Dorothy

Posted on March 9, 2013

Sometimes in India you feel the “Dorothy, fasten your seatbelt ’cause Kansas is going bye bye.” Other times it is the mouth wide open in overwhelming awe to the magnificence and uniqueness around you. It is sort of like you are on a big wheel, you may feel underwater as much as on top of the world. Or at least that’s how I felt last week. My sister and Horacio came to India and we were Jumanji -swallowed as if trying to catch up with the two decades my sister-in-law said she had waited to come here. Walking on a moving train, stepping onto magnificent white marble, sipping from the same water bottle, getting a flat tire in the middle of nowhere, grinning as we…

put together

Posted on June 23, 2012

Being in India has made me realize, once more, that everything is a process. There is no moving sidewalk (aka walkalator) like at the airport or no cutting the line- although, that is very much accepted here in any other circumstance. But when it comes to real life, the day-to-day personal unfolding, as it were, that invisible process is still so.. well, invisible sometimes it is hard to tell what things are new and what things have always been there.. via   These are some wonderful inspiring photographs I found at the New York Public Library archive on Liberty or how the French called it La Liberté éclairant le monde.

Pani means Water

Posted on June 12, 2012

SPLASH is currently operating its water filtration systems in Nepal, South East Asia, Ethiopia and soon coming to India, check it out HERE. So, that’s why we are in Nepal, that is why Aaron is in Nepal (I am still trying to figure out where I am, as always). Splash uses Ultrafiltration membranes(the what? imagine a giant licorice Twizzler, you’ve always want to, right? Now imagine that each Twizzler string is hollow and has small Twizzie channels inside for water to flow through. Now imagine there is like a bouquet of Twizzlers and Twizzies all encased in a Bazooka, well sorta, ta-dah!)And it doesn’t stop there.. I clearly did my homework, this water cleaning machine additionally comes with a UV light, PVC pipes, close…

child machine

Posted on May 29, 2012

For a while there I worked as a child advocate in seattle. I met the dearest children. I dedicate this poem to them                                                                                                 With no disabling fears It walks vulnerable Cries at loud with no guilt For when simplicity and spontaneous meet the child machine says it’s free It can stretch out his own skin laugh long intervals without end Passionate beyond self In a crayon-line world, dreams are its life fuel A resilient being this is The children’s mothers had to…