Yesterday

We are one.

I’ve been avoiding the news as much as possible.  I find it impossible to watch the death and destruction in Haïti and then see an ad for a luxury car or something.  I was speaking to my mother the other night and she said that my she and my father are overwhelmed with grief and that they have a hard time sleeping. They say they can hear the people crying out for help from under the rubble.

When I first heard about the earthquake, I thought of a childhood friend named Marjorie. Marjorie was my first Haitian friend and I absolutely loved to go to her house. Her mother spoke creole and made the most wonderful food and I was fascinated by how quickly she could braid hair her daughter’s hair.  One day, we met Marjorie and her family as they were headed to church or to a wedding or some sort of grand occasion. Marjorie and her sister were wearing white gloves shiny black patent leather mary-jane shoes and the cutest flowy summer dresses I had ever seen. Their hair had been intricately braided and adorned with at least a dozen gorgeous red silk ribbons. To me, they looked like princesses. I remember coming home and asking my mother to give me some ribbon so I could braid my hair too.  I haven’t heard from Marjorie in years. I hope she is well and that her family in Haïti is safe and sound.

The pictures coming out of Haïti are absolutely heartbreaking. I can only imagine what they are going through and my heart goes out to them and to the rescue workers who are sifting through the rubble. I take the time each day to sit down and send love and positive energy to the world and now specifically to Haïti.  I concentrate my thoughts and visualize a beautiful Island paradise where the children laugh and play. Everything is rebuilt from the ground up and Haïti is thriving.  I hope with all my heart that I can live to see that day.

There has been an outpouring of support from everybody on and off the web. We are coming together and trying to help in any way we can. But why do we wait for something like this to happen before we come together to help our fellow man? This is the question that haunts me at night. Even before this tragedy, the people of Haïti were living in abject poverty. Getting by on 2 dollars a day. Eating mud pies to survive. Makes us wonder why we complain about our own little problems. Doesn’t it? I donate a lot of time in my community and I have to admit that before the holidays, I was starting to feel tired. This event has strengthened my resolve to continue, move forward and do even more.

If you can’t afford to donate to the relief effort, please join me in meditation every morning before you rise. So many people need our help. Let’s take care of each other.

Digital natives

Putting my son in public school has been quite an eye opening experience for me in many regards. For one thing, I am amazed at how the school system is completely unprepared for the arrival of digital natives.  I’m going to be talking a lot more about digital natives on this blog. Why? Because my son is a digital native in a school system that seems to be stuck somewhere in the 50’s.

Our kids are smarter, faster, and more aware than we ever were. Is the world ready to for digital natives?  Well, get ready because theses kids and techno parents like us will be the driving force for change in the school system.

How fast can you type? I just took this free typing test and found out I can type 66 words a minute with 78% accuracy. Not bad. This young lady can type 119 words per minute. She looks like she is about 12.

I love how she says it makes her feel powerful. Rock on little geek girl!

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Via BoingBoing

People are generous by nature

I am constantly amazed by the generosity of people. Seems like there is a kind and generous person around every corner in my community.

I live in an idyllic little village nestled in a quiet valley in the heart of the Laurentians.

Riviere du Nord

4000 souls have made this corner of paradise their home.  I call this place paradise because in many ways, it truly is. There are no wars or conflicts here. We have a vast, dense forest to play in. Rivers, lakes and mountains galore, fresh air, open spaces and endless possibilities. People here are athletic and creative and positive and peaceful.

On main street, you’ll find a few restaurants, cafes and shops, a grocery store,  post-office and a video store.  But the real heart of our village is our school. Every morning, our usually quiet streets, become alive with children and school buses and car pooling families. It’s quite a sight to see.  My husband and I left the city and moved here because of this school. Our kids get to enjoy nature as part of their curriculum. Biking, snowshoeing, skiing, skating, sailing, rock-climbing, you name it, they do it at this school.  Plus, we are a “green” school so we take part in composting and recycling activities as well. This is exactly the kind of positive learning environment we wanted for our son.

I started volunteering at school on day one. It was just something I had to do. I was so thrilled to be a part of this community that I wanted to give something back. Of course, there is nothing more important to me than to be present for my son and to make sure he has everything he needs as he starts out on his life path. So I signed up for all the parent committees and volunteered for everything under the sun. Except checking for head lice. I’ve always had very long thick hair and my mother programmed me to avoid lice like the plague.  So I stay away from that task… but I make up for it in other areas.

Around Christmas time last year, I was invited into Loïk’s  kindergarten class for a pajama party day. He was thrilled to bits and so was I. I had a wonderful time crafting and telling stories and just having fun with a bunch of happy, cheery 5 year olds.  Not only was it a great opportunity for me to get to know the teacher and my son’s classmates better. It also gave me a better understanding of our schools needs.

To be honest with you, I was a little surprised by what I discovered. The teacher had taken great care in making the classroom comfortable and inviting but as I looked around, I realized that almost everything in the room was pretty dated. Old books and toys, an old, somewhat broken chair in the reading corner, faded paint on the wall, an annoying tick and hum coming from the ventilation system… I decided then and there that I would help in any way I could.

Don’t get me wrong, the classroom was very nice and clean and the kids had everything they needed … it doesn’t compare in any way to a school in a third world country but nonetheless, there certainly was room for improvement.

I asked the teacher what I could bring in to help her out. She was thankful and somewhat overwhelmed by my offer. The school’s budget is tight and her classroom budget is even tighter and she told me she often has to dig into her own pocket if she wants to offer a little bonus material to her students.

So I came home and went through my sons books and toys.  I was able to put together 2 large plastic containers full of material to donate to her classroom.

Then I started to think that I could help out the other teachers as well.  I started by finding out what their needs are and then started asking around to other families.  I was timid at first but I still managed to bring in quite a few big ticket items as well as a number of books and educational toys.

This year, I was asked to be President of our school’s Foundation. It makes me responsible for our school breakfast program as well as all fund raising activities at school. It’s a huge undertaking but luckily I’ve assembled a team of dedicated people who want to help. We serve about 80 healthy breakfasts a day to kids who are hungry when they get to school in the morning, no questions asked.

Needless to say, it’s been a really busy year for me. But what stands out the most for me is the kindness and generosity of the people in my community. It seems as though all I have to do is ask in order to receive. It has been a very humbling and life changing experience.

My heart goes out, in gratitude, to the families who donate their time on school activities and donate books and skates and bikes so we can maintain our free sports programs.

Heartfelt thanks to my elderly volunteers who come to school to serve breakfast with a smile. Heartfelt thanks to the local businesses who donate the money that allows us to buy the milk and fruit and a warm thank you to the local restaurant who makes a healthy bread for us to serve each day.

Our school has lots of needs. Our teachers need our support and our kids need to know that their education matters to all of us.  I sometimes feel overwhelmed by the task at hand. But I take a deep breath and remember that there are helping hands around every corner and that together, we can make the world a better place for our kids.

I’d like to expand our efforts and find a school from a developing country that we could sponsor… Then I take another deep breath and remind myself that I’ll get there, one step at a time.

This is the drawing I made and included in our thank you letter. I hope they like it.
Avoxtar vous dit merci!

Do you volunteer at your local school? I’d love to hear your stories.