30.01.2016 25 °C
Happy Saturday everyone!
First, a verse from a poem by one of my favourite queer poets, Walt Whitman. Song of the open road
The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
Another beautiful day in paradise. The birds are singing, the weather is sweet, makes me wunna move my dancing feet. Speaking of which, my plans to meet LGBT people at the drag queen dance club fell through unfortunately. People kept telling me it's just too dangerous for white people down there. No biggie tho, wasn't meant to be. But how cool would it had been, of a story to tell, that my first legit gay bar experience was in South America haha. I do know tho, there are always new adventures around every corner, all we have to do is say yes.
Jatun Sacha update realness. I met some pretty spectacular people while I was working in the Amazon. I do miss them. Fortunately social media has made it possible for us to continue to keep in touch. A brief overview of what Jatun Sacha is. Jatun Sacha is an ecological conservation reserve in the Amazon rainforest. It's mission is to preserve, protect, research and educate people about the ecology of the forest. For those not aware, it's paramount we have these organizations to protect the last remaining forests. It's been under attack by big oil companies and agriculture. I'm so happy I was able to be a small part in protecting something so close to my heart.
Update one. When social creatures get together, there is no doubt, that there will be drama and social issues. I thought I would go into detail about this, but to be honest, I don't want to read about it ten years later. There was a guide working at Jatun Sacha, who has a history of being not very gentleman like around the foreign lady volunteers, if you know what I mean. I felt pretty uncomfortable around him as well. Many of the females that had ill done by him, didn't want to say anything. Some, thankfully, wrote letters to their organizations. I too gave a thorough review of Jatun Sacha to my organization, Global Volunteer Network. The good news, he is no longer working there. Si' se puede!
Update two. After talking with the ladies who are still at Jatun Sacha for another month, they had mentioned that Jatun Sacha had decided to sell some of the land to be cleared for agriculture. Not even going to get into how this makes me feel. This is the reality we live in, where capitalist greed overshadows the people and the planet. But, as investors in this project, I believe we have some leverage. So, I'm doing my best to work with my organization to not allow this to happen. Especially when so many of us have poured our time and money into helping this amazing project. Will keep you updated.
Guayaquil is a beautiful city. Whizzing by colourful mountains of houses in a taxi. I take a stroll along the El Malecon. A 5 km stretch along the rio Guaya. Yummy foods, colourful vendors and huge mangroves. I watch lovers, consumed in their world of affection. And elders, savouring the day. I learn so much, by walking and observing. A million worlds in a grain of sand.
I leave you with another verse from Song of the open road.
Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d it would not astonish me.
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
Here a great personal deed has room,
(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all authority and all argument against it.)
Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass’d from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes it out of the soul.
Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love—if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?
Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion’d, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?