Saturday, August 29, 2009


I just opened a link sent to me courtesy of my parents. It was an amazing display of video poetry, on a topic that is near to my heart:

As I am now embarking on my first full-time placement with a humanitarian aid organisation, I saw myself so much in this video. A good reminder of why I'm here. And yet, I sit under an airconditioner on a comfy bed with a soft comforter, looking out past the swimming pool of my temporary residence to the sea beyond. I just ate a lovely Portuguese seafood meal with fresh-squeezed orange juice served in one of those hourglass-shaped cocktail glasses. Out front is parked a big white SUV, next to a dozen other big-and-buff vehicles, which is mine to use however I choose - as long as I pay for the diesel.

And I have to keep reminding myself not to feel guilty about living it up, and in fact to demand more if I feel more is in order, for two main reasons: First, common wisdom is that there is a direct correlation between my lifestyle and my longevity out "in the field." and Second, it is very hard to figure out high-impact ways of spending money that has been donated, so it might as well go to paying for my lifestyle, right?

I am one of the few who has truly been sent out to where the needs are great, but do I really think that I am here for them, or for me?


Yogini B said...

Welcome to Dili! I put a new post on the Dili Yoga blog with directions to the Alola foundation... hope to see you there. :)

Mom said...

Hardly a day has gone by during these last twenty-four years that Dad and I haven't had similar feelings. We think any and all contributions we may have made pale in comparison to what we have received from those we've gone to serve.

ange said...

glad for your provision and praises all round eh. he really does look after us. speak soon. and look forward to maybe seeing you too?x x x

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