Dar es Salaam, Tanzania
"When you love you should not say. 'God is in my heart,' but rather, 'I am in the heart of God.' And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course." - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Sunday, January 8, 2012

An End of 2011


Hello all!
I hope that you are well and thriving in your respective places. I want to share a brief update with you about my time in Tanzania recently.
In late October my Poppie passed away after a long and full life. I made the trip home for the funeral and stayed for a total of four days. It was important that I was there, though it was a painful experience in a myriad of ways. He will be missed.
On December 5th our two new community-mates, Cait and Beth, arrived in Dar! We spent a great two weeks orienting them to life in Mabibo and showing them the ropes while our out-going community-mate, Gretchen, bid farewell to her two years here. Gretchen left on the 17th and the next day we headed to retreat with the eight other JVs in Tanzania. The next two and a half weeks were spent with all eleven TZA JVs at retreat in Tanga, in Dar for Christmas, and in Moshi for the New Year. We had a great time together forming a larger sense of TZA JV community!
An important event happened in Dar while we were out of town on retreat. A devastating flood swept through Mabibo and the surrounding areas over the course of a few days, leaving homes, schools, roads, and many other structures devastated or ruined. Two hundred people lost their lives. Gonzaga (the school that I work at) received extensive damage including loss of all computers and administrative equipment, loss of stores of food  and school equipment (pens, pencils, notebooks, etc.) that had been bought for the coming year, destruction of parts of the structure of the building and surrounding compound, formation of layers of mud within every inch of the school compound, etc. I visited the school the day after Christmas and it was difficult to see what had happened to our beautiful school a week after the floods had occurred. Many of my friends and co-workers were also affected by the floods, and have had to leave their destroyed or devastated homes until what was lost can be rebuilt. The start of the school year was originally going to be this coming Monday, December 9th. However, due to the state of the school, we have decided to push back the start date one week, the 16th of December. We have been busy trying to get the school back in shape to host our students again. If you desire to contribute to our reconstructive process through monetary or itemized donations, feel free to email me at ckeatingtza10@gmail.com. Any and all help will be much appreciated. Money can be sent to my parents who will then send it my way at the following address:
Mary and Jerry Keating
3120 Devon Terrace
St.Cloud, MN 56301
Also, prayers and healing energy sent this way will also be equally appreciated!

Thank you all so much for reading. I hope that you have a wonderful Saturday.

Love,
Cat

The following is a picture of two of my co-workers standing near a pile of ruined books at the entrance of Gonzaga. If you look closely at the windows of the school, mid-way up the wall you can see the water-line. Scarily high.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Learning

The mantra of recent reflections of my past year has been LEARNING. Learning, learning, learning. Constantly, everyday evolving and growing... acculturating, giving self-care, loving and living with community-mates, getting an education in teaching primary school, learning Kiswahili (the language spoken here), forming, maintaining and navigating relationships, and then looking back at what’s happened to me over the past year- where I’ve been and the person I’ve become and who I hope to be in the next year here and then beyond. 
I am in a transition phase of finishing up my first year and moving onto a second year of JVC in Tanzania. I will say goodbye to my second-year community-mate and welcome two new JVs in December, as well as finish my first year of teaching at Gonzaga Primary School. I recently joined a few activities (including a church choir) which will be wonderful Tanzanian communities for me during my next year. 
Our entire JV Tanzania community had our re-orientation/dis-orientation retreat two/three weeks ago now which was both beautiful and challenging in many aspects. It was difficult to say goodbye to a year here and look back on all of the things that I both failed and succeeded in. It was wonderful in the sense that I was able to really re-commit myself to my goals and vision for coming here, and enter this second year rejuvenated and ready to live in loving intentionality. It was also painful to say goodbye to a fellow JV who is a second year in Moshi, TZA. I won’t see her again until we are both back in the States in over a year. She has been a person that I've connected to deeply during my time here and I will miss her sisterhood immensely. I feel like I am losing a lifeline; a grounding presence. She has been there when life abroad has seemed a little isolating at times. However, loneliness is a challenge that I've faced both here and at home. It is simply magnified in this context without the usual tools to both suppress it (unhealthy) and combat it (healthy). Therefore, I’m learning to rely on/strengthen other areas within myself:  a deeper spirituality and an emphasis on self-care. These are areas where I feel I am being FORMED, certainly in ways that were unanticipated and that are still unknown to me. I trust that I will continue learning about my own formation as I continue my time in Tanzania. 
Overall, I am finding that I am being balanced. I like to think of it as continually moving toward that which is complete; a more encompassing, gentle, self-knowing self; a deeper understanding of God. Slow, tender work, that reminds me: never stop learning.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Nawapenda


Hello Everyone!
I hope that you are all doing very well in your respective places and thriving in your lives. I miss friends and family from home and wish only the best for any and all who read this.
My time in Tanzania thus far has been flying by. I can’t believe that it is already well into the second semester of my first year at Gonzaga. I’ve actually been feeling that I am getting the hang of teaching lately... with the realization that the use of the word ‘teaching’ is probably an overstatement. I can hold the attention of 42 third graders for about forty minutes and like to call it teaching. It is small steps. I still love my children fiercely and find incredible delight in sharing their lives, their wisdom, their worries and their joys. Of course we have our ups and downs with one another, but I am lucky to say that most days and weeks end in a sense of gratitude to know and love these children.
I’ve been taking Kiswahili lessons for the past month or two with my community-mate Shea. Our teacher’s name is Madame Goudila and she is a Kiswahili teacher from Loyola High School (where Shea teaches). Our lessons have been helpful and I’m feeling more comfortable in conversations using Kiswahili. Of course, I have quite a lot of language-learning to go, but I am feeling much more able to communicate in greater length with my neighbors and friends than I was even a month ago.
The picture that I’m including below is of two of our favorite neighborhood children and me. Amos and Donny are brothers and I get to see them about once a day... more if I’m lucky. Amos is one of the sweetest and most respectful children that I’ve ever met in my life. He greets Shea, Gretchen, and I with, “Shikamoo Uncle/Auntie” which is a greeting of great respect. He is also always seen helping his parents in everyway that he can. His younger brother Donny is also a character and has recently begun to follow us all around the neighborhood. They are special, beautiful children.
I realize that this is a very short update on my life here recently. There’s been an underlying, grounding feeling of peace within me over the past few months. I feel that I’m in a space that is challenging and joyful for me; mostly a healthy balance. I feel that I am always trying to find equilibrium: I’m diving into relationships in Mabibo while aching for friends and family back home; I’m devoting time to my personal self-care while spending energy on my students, my JV community, and the larger community; I’m finding joy and real life here while witnessing much suffering and a shocking reality of death as well; I’m at peace and also passionately moved by my experiences and the people that are shaping them.
In short, I’m extremely grateful to be right where I’m at, tensions included.
Nawapenda (I love you all),
Cat

Sunday, June 5, 2011

LAST SATURDAY

An unusually busy day in Tanzania
8:00 am- Wake up
8:05 am- Boil water for coffee and oatmeal
8:20 am- Fill buckets with water, powdered soap and clothes
8:22 am- Do laundry
9:05 am- Hang clothes to dry
9: 15 am- Take compost out and dump in the ditch across the road
9:17 am- Take the garbage to the neighboring compound and burn it
9:35 am- Return and wash the dishes. Begin boiling water in the kettle to be filtered for drinking
9:50 am- Greet Shea (community mate) when he wakes up and chat with him while he has coffee
10:30 am- Greet Gretchen (other community mate) when she emerges from her room. Continue boiling water to be filtered
10: 40 am- Get dressed and gather things to go to Loyola High School and the Jesuit Residence
10:50 am- Leave for Loyola. Greet Baba Gaspar, Mama Mboga, Isaya, Dickson, and other friends along the way
11:05 am- Enter multipurpose hall and listen to Nati (Jesuit friend) while he mixes music
11:55 am- Leave Nati and head toward the Jesuit Residence to use the internet
12:02 pm- Arrive at the Jesuit Residence and try to get caught-up with the cyber world
1:12 pm- Leave the Jesuit Residence. Head for home
1:25 pm- Arrive home to help community mates finish making beans and chapatti for lunch
1:45 pm- Welcome Benard (friend + electrician) into the house to fix a problem with our electricity
1:56 pm- Welcome Peter (one of Shea’s students) into the house to join us for lunch
2:05 pm- Welcome 8 more of Shea’s students into the house for Skittles (gift from Gretchen’s mom), water, and UNO. Postpone finishing lunch
2:08 pm- Determine through broken Kiswahili that Benard needs a ladder and clothes that can get dirty in order to find the problem with the electricity in the roof/ceiling. Apologize profusely
2:10 pm- Welcome Joha (one of my Standard V students) into the house so that she can teach me how to make henna (a dye put on the skin that can last for a few days to a month)
2:12 pm—2:59 pm [whirlwind] - Marvel at Joha’s ability in the kitchen as a 12-year-old. Continue to apologize profusely to dusty, cob-web riddled Benard as he climbs in and out of the ceiling and maneuvers around a houseful of rambunctious 11-15 year olds. Realize I’m more of a hindrance than a help to Joha and resign to watch her and refill the skittle bowl for her. Listen to the boys run in and out of the house while alternating between UNO and football. Continue boiling and filtering water for ourselves and our guests.
3:00 pm- Wait for henna to cool and thicken outside while talking with Joha and playing a new card-game
3:11pm- Apologize again to a slightly-battered looking Benard. Promise to feed him when he’s finished
3:32 pm- Say goodbye to the 9 rambunctious boys. Continue to wait for henna to thicken... add flour to speed-up the process
3:52 pm- Welcome Hodgie (another of Shea’s students) into the house
4:05 pm- Begin to have henna applied to the insides of my hands by Joha
4:20 pm- Realize that Benard is going to have to go to buy a new piece to fix our second fuse-box. Give him beans and chapatti from lunch. Wait for henna to dry on my hands and play cards with Joha
4:50 pm- Say goodbye to Joha
4:55 pm- Say goodbye to Hodgie
4:56 pm- Say “see-you-soon” to Benard
5:00 pm- Eat a piece of bread with peanut butter
5:03 pm- Welcome Evelyn (another of my Standard V students) into the house to play Jenga and UNO with Gretchen and I
5:10 pm- Talk to parents on the phone
5:25 pm- Welcome Benard to the house once more. Play with Evelyn and Gretchen
6:10 pm- Say goodbye to Evelyn
6:20 pm- Say goodbye to Benard and thank him SANA (A LOT)
6:22 pm- Sit
7:00 pm- Go to Mama Mboga’s and Moody’s to buy an egg, peanuts and a mango
7:10 pm- Boil the egg. Cut the mango. Roast peanuts on the stove
7:30 pm- Eat the egg, mango, and peanuts
7:45 pm- Begin a movie with Gretchen and Shea
9:55 pm- Finish movie. Listen to music and chat with Shea
10:15 pm- Get ready for bed
10:25 pm- Attempt yoga
10:45 pm- Sleep


The henna that Joha applied to my hands! Flowers, hearts, Tr. Catherine, and a 'J' for Joha :)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

An over-due update!

The following blog-post is one that I drafted last Saturday afternoon with the intent of posting the next day. However, at 4:45 am last Sunday morning I woke with a high fever, headache and (hope you’re not squeamish) diarrhea. By the time my community-mates had come home from mass, I had fainted in my doorway from my illness and dehydration. I wound up in a local hospital with an IV in my arm for nine hours that Sunday. This hospital could not find anything wrong with me (not malaria, typhoid, or any of the other usual diagnoses) and they sent me home with a shot of pain medication in my butt and a hefty amount of Tylenol. After spending a rough night on the toilet, I knew that I wasn’t simply suffering from the Flu. So on Monday I decided to take myself to a Dutch clinic in town that was recommended to us by a family friend in Dar es Salaam. I have to admit that it was comforting to see a doctor who spoke English by this point; I don’t think I’ve ever been so sick in my life. I was diagnosed with an ameba and a bacterial infection in my intestine. I was prescribed some medication and am on the mend! Thankfully, I only had to miss the first two days of school this week. So, without further ado, here’s the blog-post that should have been up last week:
Mambo Vipi!
I hope that you are all doing really well. It’s been too long since my last blog-post. Life got BUSY for me in March... which was actually quite stressful at some points, but also exciting. My busyness meant having the comfort to throw myself into this new place in my life and to feel part of it all here.
I battled an illness at one point in early March that really made me saddened by the reality of health-care here. We had a past volunteer, Suzy, come to visit with her law school and we had so much fun swapping stories and seeing the love that she still receives from the Mabibo community. My second-year community-mate, Gretchen, had her family here for nine days! It was wonderful to meet them and to be part of sharing Gretchen’s life for the last year and a half (or so) with her family.
Following the visit of Gretchen’s family, we prepared, typed, proctored, and marked all of the mid-term tests for our students, and then we said goodbye to them for the past two weeks while we went on break. This vacation time has been such a blessing for me. I have really been able to focus on a little bit of self-care (getting caught-up on sleep, laundry, journaling, etc.) and also on building and strengthening relationships here. I have been dancing, have had dinners, and have gone into town with new friends that I and my community-mates are making. In fact, Shea and I traveled to the beach a few days ago with our friend Nati (a Jesuit scholastic) and had a great time swimming in the Indian Ocean while a beautiful rainstorm broke over us.
One of the best things that I did over break was to visit another JV house in Moshi. My fellow JV friends showed me around Moshi and it was great to catch a glimpse of their lives there. It was so wonderful to be able to talk with them and to share our stories, struggles, and joys. I also loved the nature and beauty of Moshi. I was able to see Mt. Kilimanjaro and let me tell you: It is beautiful. The mountains, fields, and GREEN in Moshi were rejuvenating for me, and I was able to re-center myself again for the coming weeks.
 So while the past two months have been crazy, it feels like LIFE... not just a visit somewhere or an extended stay. I’m really happy. I feel like I am where I should be right now. I am living in a way that I’ve wanted to live for so long, and I am coming to find that it does suit me well! I’ve found so much peace with the intentionality that I certainly struggled with at first. I realized that I experienced rather intense culture shock over the first month or two of my time here in Dar. But after I recognized what was happening, I was able to work through it all and find the ME that I was hoping to discover and cultivate.
I hope that you are all doing well and, if you’re in the States, are enjoying Spring! I love receiving emails, letters, and packages from you all. Thank you for your communication. It really does mean so much to me, even if I am not always able to reciprocate. I love and miss you all!
Only good things,
Cat

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Realness 2- Similarity

One of my students asked me for Justin Beiber’s* email address this week.

I told her I’d have it to her tomorrow.
(HELP!)

Also, my kids play football (soccer) here at recess everyday. I was invited to play keeper this past week, and have thoroughly enjoyed myself. However, my kids play with a ball that is flat from a large hole. If anyone that is reading this feels called, I’m sure my kids would LOVE a working soccer ball (with a pump). You can mail it to the address on the screen. Thank you so much!

I love and miss everyone of you daily.

*For those of you who may not know Justin Beiber, he is a teen-pop sensation who has literally swept the world with his catchy, upbeat tunes (I’ve heard his music blared in the USA, the Dominican Republic, and now Tanzania).

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Realness 1- Vulnerability

Being thrown into a situation of vulnerability,
of not only being “out of your comfort zone” but literally “into a discomfort zone”,
of the floor/ground/platform that you’ve built all of your support-structures on being taken out from under you,
of so much unfamiliarity,
of the different and the startling sameness,
is beautiful
and
freakin’ tough.
Especially at the beginning.
But totally worth it.


“... Our fullest ‘solidarity with the poor,’ no matter how wealthy or destitute we may be, will be our willingness to enter into the mystery of our own unmanageable humanity.

Every instant of faith or of hope or of love, so fragile and fraught with insecurity, is the embodiment of this poverty of our humanness.

It is when we are most weak, indeed.
And it is when we are most strong, most creative, most stunning in beauty, most empty.”

-         Vulnerability in Faces of Poverty, Faces of Christ John Kavanaugh and Mev Puleo