I love the view out of my window today. Each gust of wind whisks a cascading twirl of
leaves that settle in my yard, beckoning for my kiddo and dog to rake and
splash them about before packaging them for compost. Beyond
the beauty of the fall, I love my view outside and inside my window because it is my view. Mine. I have chosen it and
make it my own on a daily basis. I
invite people I care about to fill the space about me and to create and share
my view.
As much as I love returning to my view, I find value in
traveling. It’s a process to see beyond the first glimpse that a new view
offers—to peer deeper into the everyday lives of the people who inhabit the
space, the space they invite me into.
The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes; they all
contribute to the reality of my growing worldview.
I recall the first time I saw a
favela in Brazil. It
was almost too much (no it was too much) for my aspiring middle-class, twenty-something, American mind to
process.
Also imprinted upon my memory is a moment in Bolivia while crossing a bridge-- my experience up until that point in time told me I traversed over a garbage dump; but a glimpse of an orphaned
street child huddled into a drain pipe cemented the realization it was a home to someone. It left me numb and silent. I searched the procedures-- the laws that didn't allow me to adopt that child, or another little one half-wrapped in bright colored, dingy llama wool peering up from under a bridge.
Years later,
after seeing countless similar views, my mind still doesn’t process these sights.
It doesn’t because it’s simply not fair, and
I should find it unsettling! Yet, I now realize the people inhabiting these spaces have unique voices that reach beyond my silence. Beyond. Silence. Mine. Kids in poverty. Their voices reach beyond anything we pretend makes sense.
Simultaneously, I never cease to be amazed by the
juxtaposition of joy and rich culture that is experienced within these spaces. Through reading; discussion of space, design
and architecture; traveling; and technology, I continue to expand the view
beyond my window.
Ingenious Homes in Unexpected Places is a TED Talk by Iwan Baan that recently expanded my
view.
It is something you must watch! Through photography, he shows how
people build homes in unlikely places. I
continue to reflect on Baan’s phrase, “a different kind of normal.”
Bann’s talk reminds me of
The Landfill Harmonic Orchestra in Paraguay, where three of my favorite people in the world live.
It also brings up connections to James
Mollison’s photography in his books,
Hungry
and
Where Children Sleep. (Hint: Use the “next” button to view
Mollison’s photos. They are worth it!)
The related issue of poverty is NOT a problem that only exists outside of my home
country.
All I have to do is look beyond
my window’s view within my state, within my neighborhood. Some of the struggle
of families in my own back yard are highlighted in the documentary,
American Winter, that follows eight families in
Portland, Oregon.
It’s not enough, but through technology, I am slowly finding
a way to both hear and give voice to those in poverty, to those who don’t have access to the basics such as clean water and food, yet whose voices capture the complexity of the human spirit in
music, art, compassion-- found in spaces they make their own. Their voices shape my view and push me to
look at a different kind of normal.
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