Thoughts provoked

This week was smooth and steady. I’ve felt more organized since returning from break and have really felt settled in our classroom routines which results in more sanity of everyone involved. It’s been wonderful because I’ve been able to be one step ahead of the game now. On Monday I’m already using my planning time to tackle the necessities for the next week. I’m really excited because this week I get to help teach my first professional development class on guided reading. I get so passionate about teaching and it’s nice to have this fresh outlet to teach teachers.

The weeks here just flash by. It seems like it’s constantly another Friday. I’m not complaining. This weekend I had some new adventures. AISL hosted a softball tournament against local companies. We took advantage of this and went to the beach hut. Immediately upon arrival I changed into my suit and waded into the water. It had a completely different personality this time. It was calm and the breaking waves were small and friendly. I was pleasantly bobbing along when I felt a sting on the back of my leg. I drifted my hand through the water to see if there was anything around under there. I found nothing. I just ignored it and swam away. A couple of minutes later my friend, Amanda, said that she was getting stung as well. By this time it had happened repeatedly to me as well. We quickly swam to shore to reveal welts, bumps and rashes. I showered and hung my suit up to dry, that was it for the day. I’m not sure what it was but it must have just been that spot because a young boy was in for triple the time and he never get a single sting.

While basking in the sun to dry I saw a lot of movement down the shore. There was a long wooden boat circling the water. A net was being left in its drift. A lone man was in the water smacking the surface. On shore there were a group of about 40 men in a long line pulling in the net. I walked over to investigate. I wanted to learn more about what kind of fish they were catching and see if I could possibly help pull the nets with them. It was only men and a group of young boys. Their back breaking work had produced them two small grouper fish, some blue crabs the kids adopted and a couple of silver bait fish. They were very kind, letting me snap their photos and ask them questions. Finished for the day, I didn’t get to help pull the nets but maybe another time.

I have some lovely friend named Ronke and Bonkole. They have two kids that I’ve written about previously. I found out the first weekend of my return that they were moving to Abjua because Ronke got a new position working with the UN on environmental issues. The kids have moved already since school resumed on Monday for them. I thought Ronke had made the move as well but I was pleasantly surprised when they invited me over this weekend. Since the beach is ten minutes from their house I invited myself to spend the night. They were touched that I wanted to spend so much time with them. I got the real African treatment. Ronke and I spent the evening chatting over boiling and bubbling pots. I had asked her to teach me how to make some the traditional Nigerian meals I so enjoy. My lessons for the night were Okra soup and Amala, which is similar to cream of wheat. I got to bucket bath and live with tiny bugs, cockroaches that scatter and hide on the door hinges, and investigating mice. One thing that I was surprised with was how noisy was. I was constantly woken at night by local dogs, the 5:00 am morning masque call, and the creaking doors of someone venturing to the bathroom. I enjoyed my time with them but missed the company of the children.

I’m in school. My professors are my Nigerian friends. Saturday while at the beach I had a class lecture from Gbenga about the scammers and the life of poverty. I’ve quickly learned that Nigerians LOVE to talk. When they have a quiet audience they will take full advantage. I sat for a couple of hours only asking questions for clarification but never getting a real opinion or word in. Conversations here are one sided and there never seems to be a proper place to end them. I’m surprised they don’t hyperventilate from lack of breath. But, I don’t mind because I do love learning from them. Their world view is different than mine because I’ve never had to survive poverty. While I’ve been in situations of empty cabinets and negative bank accounts I have plenty of family and friends to call upon. My opportunities don’t involve an intricate scam or a ripping off a mirror to resell it on the market.

Today Lindas driver Lukeman came to see me. He was all shy and nervous as we quickly recapped our weekends. We walked toward the office as we chatted and I wasn’t surprised when he asked behind his grin and a handkerchief if he could ask me two questions. I told him that I was on the way to the office to talk with the principal but he could ask me right then. He got nervous and with a face that is all grin told me he would come back later. I was wondering what he was going to ask me and was seriously hoping it wasn’t about a date. Twenty minutes later he stuck his head into my room and said “Oh, you are busy?” and before I could answer he quietly closed the door while saying he would come back. A brief second later there was a slight tap on the door and he stuck his head in again and said “When will be a time that you aren’t busy?” I told him that I would always be busy but that I wouldn’t mind meeting right then that I could make time. He stepped in a started to tell me his story about needing to relocate and that his wife (huge breath of relief and extreme happiness) was a hairdresser and that she worked out of a container. To save money they were also living in the container. He wanted to move to another part of Lagos and needed money to get this done. You know I’ve heard a lot of different stories. I’ve leant money to my art teacher and friend in the past. It’s either the ATM ate their bank card, or they need money for transport back to their state. They always pay it back and are respectful when they ask. Every time they start their pitch I think in my head “No way.” And I begin to mentally form my rejection. And every time by the end my heart has turned and I find myself saying “Sure, hold on let me go and get it.” BUT, before you paint me as naive, let me explain. I also ask them are they expecting a dash (tip) or a loan? It’s always a loan. We also clarify when they will pay it back. The amounts have never been much 35 dollars here, 50 dollars there. When I heard Lukemans story and how he just needs some 90 dollars to get him and his wife out of the container and back to his kids how can I refuse? I figure I collateral as well; his job being Lindas driver. Plus, I like to trust the Nigerians. Most of the expats diss them and don’t believe even the most honest truths. Of course these opinions have been proven over time by the select few, but I’m glad to help Lukeman. I can part with the 90 dollars for a couple of days. It would sit unused in my drawer otherwise. I’m learning to be a bank.

Friday will be our stewards last day. She doesn’t know this yet. We’ll tell her in person, pay her and ask for the flat key. We’ve tried to talk with her, and have written her an official letter detailing what were are dissatisfied with and what we would like to see. A “trail” month has come and gone with no drastic improvement. We have already lined up some interviews for the replacement steward. It’s nice coming into this new relationship with the perspective and wisdom we’ve gained from these past six months. Grace will still work for our friend two days a week. But, we never run into her so hopefully things wont be awkward. While I’m confident I can’t have any more “conversations” about expectations, and gripping sessions with Mary Ann about how those expectations aren’t being met I still feel conflicted. Is it right to fire a widow who has two children and a grandbaby to support? But, then again it wasn’t my actions that decided this. I feel like I’m playing devils advocate with myself.

My first trip to the beach

My flatmate Mary Anne and me on the beach. She just got soaked by a huge wave. 

As the last part of our orientation we all packed into a bus and took a trip to the beach.  The drive was an hour away and we were guests on a board members beach lot.  It took us a while to find the house as they all look the same.  We had to have some local help to direct us there by driving ahead of us on their motorcycles.  

Within minutes of our arrival the word was out on the beach that the ex-pats had arrived. They lined up and down the fence calling out "Hello!" and also making kissing sounds with their lips to grab our attention.  Most of us ended up bargaining and buying art, beads, and baskets for our homes.  I ended up with three beautiful bead necklaces that are too heavy to wear but are amazing as decorations. 

We played a little tag football and grilled some seasoned and perfectly marinated roast. A couple brought over two coolers from the states and generously shared.  The flavors popped in my mouth and made my taste-buds do the tango.  

After more bargaining we reloaded the van for the drive home which was quieter than the drive there.  We had our share of fun and had the treasures to prove it.  

Oh the Joy!

Today marked my first Friday at AISL. The day began with a bell ringing at 7:15 am. My TA Ms. Ossai and I looked at each other and she said, "Does that mean school has begun?" I looked at the clock and said, "No, it's still early." Teachers need to have signed in at 7:15 and school starts at 7:25. I diddled around the classroom checking last minute plans and making sure the everything was in it's place. I kept on hearing the kids say "I'm going home." And I was sad they didn't want to be at school, and debating in my head if I should address those comments. At 7:20 I was walking to the door and it popped open. The principal Mr. Smith was there and said surprised "Oh, you are here!" And then we had a brief confusing conversation about when school was supposed to start. Was it whenever the bell rang or was it at the official time of 7:25? I didn't get a straight answer but he said that he would address it. We all had a laugh and in came the kids carrying rocks they brought from home.

The parents are just as amazing. One mother asked me if I needed anything because she remember how difficult it was moving to Nigeria and not having anything. She started listing off things like a trashcan, towels, etc. And then today she left it by our classroom door, full of things and a note telling me to make a list of the other things that I need. And to give the stuff I didn't need to other teachers. This gesture was so thoughtful and I know it's only the beginning as everyone has told me that the gifts these families give are beyond generous.

We've been studying rocks. So far we've rubbed rocks and collected the dust and washed rocks which changed the colors and made while show up on the basalt rocks. So, a lot of children have brought in different rocks from their homes. The amazing thing is I never even asked them to. They just did. And with so much excitement as well. This so far has been the approach to everything. I'm in teaching heaven!

Last night was Tex Mex night at the GQ. I'm not sure what GQ stands for, but it's connected to the commissary which is a privilege granted to us even though we aren't military. A lot of other from school go and it's a fun social event because you get to met other ex-pats. The food is buffet style and instead of paying at the end they just put it on your bill and you pay when you want as long as it doesn't exceed 500 dollars. The ribs were tender and saucy and the pecan pie seduced for seconds.

Today after school we got a phone call from an artist who wanted to come and show his work. He has been to the other flats and is well known around campus. His name is Landre and is pronounced like laundry. He spread out his work on the floor and began to explain how he did his work. He had three different mediums, boutique, oil painting but not with paintbrushes, and string art. It was absolutely beautiful and I was completely entertained as he told us the story behind the work and the technique. I asked him if he could teach me and he agreed. After some negotiations we agreed that he would teach me for two months how to do boutique and the string art. I am thrilled! I was leaping up and down and yipping! My flatmate and I are started lessons on Wednesday for an hour and twenty minutes. He will buy the supplies and come to our flat after school.

But, it gets even better. For the dyes and paints he gathers plants from the bush. He began to tell me how he breaks the plants apart. I asked him if he could take us there and teach us about these paints. He agreed and said that he had done this before for another teacher. The bush in in another state about two hours from Lagos. So, I've decided to plan an outing for my friends. There is a national park called a tropical forest and he says that the ex-pats stay there. I'm dreaming up a plan for a weekend trip where we can use the school transport and have a beautiful and cultural weekend away.

I bought a piece of his work. It's a colorful painting of three womens walking with fruit bowls balanced on their heads and babies tied to their backs. The view is of them walking away. He is also having it framed for me. My heart is so excited to learn this African art and experience the bush and plants. I'll be sure to take plenty of pictures.

After we arranged for our art lessons we drove over to Tom and Lauri's house. This is the super intendant. They had invited everyone over for drinks and food to celebrate the end of our first week and the beginning of the school year. Everyone I meet I've enjoyed. People here are very unique as most of them have taught all around the world or are very outgoing and unique. Since everyone has been new at one time there is a common kindness and hospitality.

Now, I'm in bed exhausted and with a very happy dancing heart. It's been an extremely productive and positive week.

Ten Days

I have been in Lagos for a ten days. It's gone by really quickly. The first couple of days were schedule orientation. We got information about Nigeria, had a safety meeting with the American Embassy, ate at some amazing restaurants, and shopped in some busy markets.

The flats are very nice and it's been convenient living with my co-workers. It will be interesting to see if this lasts. :) I can see the pool out my window. I've been in twice. One time it was really empty and I felt like I was swimming on the bottom of the pool. I think they were doing some cleaning. My flatmate and I get a long well. She is very sweet and thoughtful.

After the couple of days of orientation my focus was on my classroom. It was piled full of left over stuff, which was convenient because my shipping school supplies that I sent in April didn't come yet. Having tons of stuff was also inconvenient however because I had to spend a couple of days sorting through all of it. I threw away so many papers from last year themes. I felt like I was wasteful but space is really tight. Today was another really long day at school. I've been working so hard to get everything ready. I have to do everything artistic. I'm so visual that I have all the details taken care of. This is okay, but it leads to a lot of work. I'll send some pictures of the classroom. Before and After ones so you can see all of the transformation.

Sad thing, I don't think we have enough broadband for me to get the latest This American Life. I have to ask our tech guys. I have had to ask them for a lot of help here and there.

Speaking of that. It's amazing the turn around here. When I ask for help or for something done they are right on it. Today I had a lot of little things done around the classroom, like some sticks sawed down, two hooks put up in the cabinet, five burnt light bulbs found for a station I made called the Light bulb Lab, my banner put up and some things laminated and printed. There are just so many capable people around. The Nigerians really make this school run smoothly.

We've gotten a wonderful steward named Grace. She come three times a week and does our washing, shopping, and cooking. We share her time with another teacher. It's been so nice to come home to a full fridge.

I thought that I could possibly use public transportation while living here but it's not safe. While I took it all the time in East Africa they recommend for us to not here. Nigeria is at the critical level for crime and they were thinking about creating a higher level just for this country. I was thinking today as I was pealing off labels that I'm so unaware of the world around me. I am not even conscious of the 20 million people zipping and zooming around me. There is no noise that would remind me I'm in such a densely populated place. The sounds I hear are the banging or hammers and shouts of calling Nigerian voices with such thick accents it's hard to tell they are speaking English. That is until I go through the compound gates. The world moves fast out there.

I will share a car with a couple of other people. This will keep the cost down and it is just more fun that way. There is a couple from Tacoma that I most likely will share with. They live in the off campus housing so I'll find some refuge over there during the weekend and they will find refuge in my flat during the school day.

I've not felt trapped at all yet and it's been a week since I last went off campus. I know this wont be normal, but I have been so consumed with getting my classroom together. Tonight was the first night that I sort of felt the pangs of missing friends and family. I'm so used to having an active social life. Hopefully, I was develop one that includes off campus friends. That is key!

The way my time flew

Here is an update on my summer. Beware it's long and detailed.

I'm home in Portland right now and I leave for Nigeria in four days. I'm getting packed up and have a couple of stops for the everyday commodities.

The summer has been more than I could have asked for or expected. It was jam packed literally every day.

I finished school really strong. There were a couple of activities with the students that brought sweet closure. While the school year overall was a major challenge and heartbreak at times it ended on a really victorious note. The children in April finally started to trust me and we were able to do some really outstanding lessons with cooking and nutrition. It's so rewarding to hear your students ask for seconds and thirds on bok choy and spinach. They even asked if they could take their lunch and recess time to continue cooking in the class. How can you deny them that. It just really confirmed my desires to use fun lessons such as cooking to make teaching holistic. They were surprised to see how much reading and math was involved in our cooking. School was done on June 17th. My friend Katy came after school to help me move my classroom. We had an auction at the end of the school year so I had given away my couch, area rug and the many lamps that scattered through the room. The move was done in a couple of hours and that was my end to teaching at Manitou Park.

The next day I packed up my room and drove down to Portland. This was more stressful than I thought. It was a challenge getting everything into my car, but I made it all except for my bike, which I planned to get the next time up.

I had that night to pack for New Mexico. I was going to visit my best friend Roxie. We hadn't seen each other since last March when I was here for those two months before Australia. She was the perfect host always telling me about the surrounding geography and history behind the names that we zoomed by on the highway. We did two hikes at Pueblo Indian reservations. And we had some great conversations since we have had some different theology.

My mom picked me up from the airport late that night and I stayed up until 2:00 am unpacking, doing laundry, repacking and uploading pictures. My dad arrived at 5:00 sharp the next morning to start our 2,200 mile road trip down the West coast and into Baja. This was a momentousness time of my life as I've never had such a long period of uninterrupted time with my dad. Not only do I love him because he is my dad and it's my daughterly duty, but I adore him as a person. I made sure to take some mental snap shots and store some of these memories into my heart forever. The drive was great and long. I slept most of the way and also read and listened to podcasts. It was all desert and dry land until we got to the Sea of Cortes which was a brilliant blue and such a welcomed sight.
We picked up my step mom the day after we arrived at our house and after that we rested, swam in living aquariums of teeming fish, and enjoyed the tiny artistic town of Todos Santos.

We left our rig in Todos Santos and flew back on the 13th of July. I then had four days to get some shopping done and to tie together some of the loose strings before my move.

But I still had a lot more fun scribbled into my diary planner. On Thursday night I picked up my friend John who had gotten a ride share down to Portland from Tacoma. He spent the night and the next morning we set off with a packed car of borrowed camping gear. We were going to a Bluesgrass Festival called The Northwest Summit. We arrived to a sea of cars and tents. It seemed like the rest of the crowd had come early to steak our their spots. We eventually found a spot to unload. I was a little anxious going into this festival. John and I are really good friends but we had never discussed drug use as we have some different views in some areas but not most. I was totally reassured when I researched the website for the festival and it overly stressed that this was a family event, cars would be searched and any found drugs would result in a cut bracelet. But, as we walked around the camp grounds the smells and sights made me realize that this was just a facade to keep the officials away. I was in culture shock for the first day and John told me that he was pretty sure me and him were the only ones sober. Despite this shock I enjoyed the concert with the dancing and people watching. The outfits were outrageous as it was a mix between Halloween and giant frat party. I do regret not taking pictures of these characters. I've concluded this aspect of the hippy culture is not for me and it was empty compared to the dancing we get to do in response to the Divine.

We came home dusty and smelly on Sunday night and after getting cleaned up and me doing another load of laundry we feel asleep to the strumin bluegrass still dancing through our heads.

Monday I repacked and we set off for Tacoma where I would meet up with friends until Wednesday. My time was busy and satisfying. Every day I got to see at least three different people. I went for walks around my home town, sipped tea at my favorite cafes, and best of all just connected with people. On Wednesday I picked up my friend Phuong and we headed north for the San Juan Islands. We had reservations at a bed and breakfast on Orcas Island. Surprisingly enough one of my friends was also on the island during the same time. Tray was leading a biking trip and she was cooking lunch for her group. She invited us to join her. Also I had made a new friend on the ferry, Damion, and we had dinner at his friends house that night. The trip was charming and I'm very much drawn to island life in this artistic community that has only curvy roads with a 35 miles speed limit. I think I might look into moving there some day.

We got back on Friday through tons of uncalculated but expected traffic. It was Friday afternoon and the whole world is trying to escape from work. I did arrive home in time for my dinner date and was ready for bed when it was time.

Saturday was more friends and some really amazing conversations about spirtuality and Christianity as I have been having tons of questions recently. In a nutshell I'm trying to figure out if I'm solely disillusioned with the church or does it go deeper to the core of something bigger. I've been asking questions and this day I had two great conversations that were food to my soul.

Sunday John and I drove down the the state capital and meandered through the farmers markets and then down the waterfront. I wanted to go to my favorite free trade store/restaurant. They were closed. After lunch at a different restaurant and a quick walk John caught the bus back up to Tacoma and I drove east to Shelton.

This is my last adventure. I joined my friends Sandra and Sage and we went up north and had a grand time skipping in and out of the watery tide pools.

Now, I'm home. My sister comes up from San Fran tonight. I've packed one bag and have two more to go and am confident I can fit all of my life in.

Here is my new mailing address. All else will remain the same.

AISL
Sandy Hackbarth/ CAb Annex
For: Meag Diamond
C/O Tacoma School District
P.O. Box 1357
Tacoma, Wa 98401-1357

They will send the mail to me twice a month.

Now that I've given you a novel to pour over I would love one in return. Don't leave out any details! :)

Lovingly,
Meag

I have been having grand adventures around the area for my spring break. Actually, my finger tips are so sore right now, it's hard to type. The reason why is I got to work on a garden plot. There is only two organic farms in Tacoma and I have a plot of garden in one of them. My friend John is a Jesuit Volunteer and he lives in a house next door to a intentional community. They have the organic garden. They gave space to John to plant and have fun and knowing how much I love gardens and getting my hands dirty he invited me to have it with him. We worked yesterday in the pouring rain and the brilliant sunshine. It was a very fickle day and on moment would be blue skies and warm sunshine. The layers would need to be stripped off and then passed thirty minutes and the pouring rain that drenches you in seconds would start. When it was raining we would retreat to the greenhouse and we planted seeds of tomatoes and basil. In the garden plot we were preparing the land by getting ride of the intruding morning glory, black berry bushes and fennel. I come alive when I'm in a garden surrounded by nature, but my fingers sure paid the price. It's even tender to the slightest touch making writing, typing, and dishwashing unbearable.

I had a beautiful spring break. Just breath taking. On Sunday through Wednesday my friend and housemate Julia and I drove up to Mount Rainier. We snow shoed for 7 miles with a 2,000 foot elevation gain to a little cabin called Cooper Creek Hut. It's run by a non-profit and can sleep 14, so each night we had different company. During the day we would take long day hikes that lead us out on the very tops of mountain ridges. The mountain was close and up in our business. We would come back to the cabin right when the other groups were booting up and heading out for their day skis. This left the cabin quiet and peaceful. We blasted the fireplace and got all toasty after taking a quick snow bath. With so many others sharing space we had to share the stove, but worked out really nice and we made some delicious food including a Trader Joes pot roast and roasted green beans and almonds.

Wednesday was a day of relaxing and transition as I got ready for the second half of my break. I drove the opposite way this time to the Olympic mountains. I was so engulfed in my music that the hour and half dive seemed like minutes. Here I stayed with my friends the Weissgerbers. They are a comfortable older couple in their late sixties. I had a lot of space to read, work on a puzzle, and journal. Mary Lou was an excellent cook and I looked forward to her meals. One day we went exploring on the shores of Lake Cushman and we all found walking sticks as souvenirs.

I had such a wonderful spring break and today we went back to school. We had a great day and I was surprised with how much my students had grown. They came back with new hair dos and a couple of inches taller.

American International School of Lagos

One of the things that I am thrilled about and losing sleep over (not really) is this teaching opportunity in Nigeria. I have my interview tomorrow and we had an informational meeting today. I've never been so excited about anything! Honestly! I keep on thinking, "Could I be any better suited for this job?" It will beautifully intersect all my passions except for one but I'm sure that will work out as well. Through this teaching job I would get intentional community living, a two minute walk to school,an international diverse classroom, cheap travel opportunities, more money, live in Nigeria, live by the ocean, explore a part of Africa I've never been, get to be with people who share the same passions, and be part of a team of teachers who will pour their heart into their teaching. Pinch me, I'm dreaming! My interview is tomorrow and I will be heartbroken if I don't get accepted. I'll let you know how it goes.

Revolving door

I'm always so surprised with how quickly my life changes. There seems to be a permanent mark of accerleration. And I perfer it this way! The very next day things have already rotated many degrees. First off, two kids left my classroom. One was Cole who's move has lead him to a teacher Mr. Most across the hall. What caused this move was constant sly remarks and name calling by some boys in our class. I was so sad to hear about this happening and that it couldn't have been resolved a different way. The principal reiterated that it wasn't my fault, but I it makes me wonder what I could have done differently to prevent this. I was so unaware and so oblivious. Adrian is the second student to be moving, but his location will be a farther distance. Today was his last day and I made sure he left with a letter I wrote to him about my determined belief in him and how proud I was of him. I hope those words can cancel at least two or three of the negative ones that are thrown at him day and night.

As an added bonus I got the infamous pink slip in my box this afternoon meaning we have a new student next week. CRAZY WEEK will be the official title for it because we lost one student, had one move to the next door classroom, and gained a new student. Three major changes, one day to adjust!

Another change has been a proposal that I've not decided how to respond to yet. Amy Rogers who I wrote about in the last email has asked me to teach her two sons while living in Kenya. I was thrilled but have not concluded if this is the direction I want to take. For some reason it seems like a step away from my dreams and so I need to give it further thought and ask her some defining questions.

Future plans? Glad you asked!

I have felt a lot of clarity on my future and have been getting this direction straight from God himself and then it's been confirmed through other people. Since you asked what my future held here is the answer in a long winded way, but I don't feel that this could be answered in brevity. When I came back from Australia I felt that I could do both teaching and Africa. I thought it might be teaching during the year, Africa during the summer. I'm still not totally sure what will manifest but this is where my heart is leading. I really feel like I'm still seeing in part but that there is more direction then even two weeks ago.

Well, my life continues to unfold like a red tapestry. It's beautiful and the closer I look the more I'm aware of the intricate details. Here is some of that detail, I've been planning on going back to Kenya this summer. But, I'm not sure what will happen with the violence over there. There is a chance that it might not happen. I'm really praying that I will be able to go and support them in the rebuilding and reconstruction.

But, there has been some more open doors as well. There are some job openings to teach at a sister school in Nigeria. I'm feeling excited about applying. I can see how God could have perfectly arranged for this to happen. It is only open through the Tacoma School District. It's required that you have three years teaching experience. And my principal was principal over there for five years and just got back last year. She said that she would write me a really great recommendation. The commitment would be for two years. And I feel it would be an amazing next step towards starting a school/orphanage in Africa. God has been expanding my vision for teaching and Africa even just within the past weekend.

I also got off the phone with the directors wife of the mission I'm working with this summer. They said that they are thinking about moving back to Kenya like in a year or so but that they would need a teacher to work with their autistic son. I have a lot of experience with this and am wondering what God has up his sleeve. I've begun to see glimpses of the future an there is a great excitement and anticipation in my spirit. I'll continue to keep you updated on these changes but I'm excited to see where God is leading.

Chapters of my life

If I was to write you a story about my classroom and the experiences there it would be titled GOD MY VINDICATOR! My teaching continues to be a challenge. BUT I can see how everything is really purposeful. I'm learning so much and I feel that if I can see the big picture of why these lessons are important than I can handle anything. It's been really amazing because I've been challenged by God to live up to His standard and not to compromise to the standard of the school district of the school or the individuals on my team. Over all of these there is a heavy spirit of apathy and victim mindset. He has challenged me to be the atmosphere changer and bring the presence of God into everything I do. Recently there has been a lot of opposition to me. My teammates will start to yell at me, my parents will refuse to come to the conference or the guardians will storm into the school to report an issue. But, the great thing is since I've been working for God I've built a reputation with the administration of being fair, consistent and dedicated to my students. They have stood up for me in every issue and I'm seeing justice and vindication. It's been beautiful and I've been learning that if I take care of myself and walk in integrity, then God will take care of the rest.

One of the chapters in this story about my teaching would be called MIRACLES IN A PUBLIC SCHOOL? IT IS POSSIBLE! Also there are some real miracles in my students recently. That has been giving me motivation to continue. One of my students Adrian has changed so much just in one day. I prayed for the apathy over him to be broken and the would have motivation to work. The next day he was different. He was productive, staying in his seat, not having side conversation, raising his hand with answers or asking for help. I've rarely seen this from him. I took time out in the class to brag about him to the other students and then gave them the chance to brag about him and complement him on the things that they've seen him doing. People began to sit next to him, they initiated conversations with him, they would put their arm around him. I feel as if all of heaven has encouraged each of us in this classroom to reinforce these positive choices he started to make. It's been miraculous to watch! I'm excited to see what God continues to do!

Wow, a lot has been happening with me. A couple of weeks ago I was just so dissatisfied. Tears were my constant companion. I was really longing for more of Jesus. I just wanted to be in heaven with Him. My friend was telling me today that in Heaven His face is like liquid crystal and it has sparks of color flying off of it. I want to see that!!!! I was longing also for Australia and the Tribe. I miss having a community that is corporately seeking supernatural realms and walking in the truth of Jesus' message. It's not happening here. Everyone seems so far behind in what God is doing. I have to be grateful for the little pockets of water holes. When I come to one I drink deeply and greedily.

I've been living with a family and on Sunday I said to God, I am longing for something different but I'm not going to look for it. If you want me to move out then I'm asking you bring the opportunity to me as confirmation. The next day I was spending time with friends and one of them mentioned they are looking for a housemate. I knew it was divine. This house is a couple of blocks from some of my best friends and it is more central to my lifestyle. Plus I would get to share a room with Katy who is someone I learn a lot from and connect really deeply with. It's not official in the physical but I feel a shift in my spirit and know this will most likely happen.

Also through a series of crazy confirmation I've began to dream about returning to Africa again. This is a major heart transition. Even two weeks ago I was saying "No thank you!" My dreams were to settle down in Tacoma and transform lives through teaching. I'm not totally sure what is up God's sleeve but as I began to pray "Lord, don't let the devil have any glory concerning my destiny. If I'm supposed to go to Africa, change my heart." That weekend I got two emails about missions and Africa. One was a dream my friend had of me. She went to hug me and I had lost all of my "Chineness". My eyes and skin were Anglo. She was incredibly grieved and saddened. As she prayed for an interpretation she felt God was saying "Don't forget your heart of missions... . perhaps Africa." So, I know that something is shifting and I'm praying about where I should go and for how long. Is it just a summer trip or a diving fully into this missions idea again? I'm not totally sure but I do know that God is going to vindicate all that happened this past year and it's going to be glorious, not half baked.

One place I've begun to see this redeemption is by getting to share what I've gotten from Austraila. Whether that be music, books, teaching, or the lessons I've learned. It's been so great to see people get provoked and encouraged from this. Yesterday my friend and I soaked to the Captured CD and she said, "Man, Meag it's like you prophetically know which Cd to play because I get so touched every time." But, I resurred her it's all good and it's all soaked with Holy Spirit. I was so spoiled in Australia to be surrounded by such rich resources and I've decided that I'm not going to be shy on spending my paycheck on these resources so others can have and eat this rich life packed food.

Every day Phenomena

I was driving home today through the countryside of this town called Shelton. It's an hour south where two of my closest friend live. I drove into the view of the cascade mountain range which was covered in a fog and heavy mist, but I could still make out the silhouette of the snow covered peaks. I had some of the music I downloaded from my friend Ely, playing which charged my spirit to call out in tongues. It was a magical beginning to a magical day.

I went to the First Baptist Church with them, Sage went to volunteer in the nursery and Sandy and I scooted our way into the middle of a pew. I closed my eyes during worship unable to sing because of the tears caught in my throat and the thimble fulls that raced down my face. Tears have been a constant companion for me recently.

After church our journey home was interrupted with a dessert from a going away party, and a stop by the local cafe for mocha's and biscotti undesirably wrapped in plastic. At home our paint exploded onto the kitchen table. The Seattle football game was being announced in the nearby room but was easily tuned out once I dove into the wild expanses of my imagination.

Sandy began her time creating on the stove with noddles and tea. She called me over to chose my tea cup and after my eyes fell upon the blue flowered one that was so delicate the light shone though she said it was mine. She wanted me to take it home and drink tea out it and in a way have tea with her despite the distance. What a beautiful gesture; one of the many that filled our day.

I started my creativity by penning tiny black dots on this sun. I started the painting over a year ago for my friend Katy's birthday. It remained incomplete as it traveled around the world with me, sometimes tucked into my suitcase under my bunk in Mozambique and other times nestled in my African bag stationed by my favorite five dollar chair in my blue room of Australia.

The time went too quick and before we knew it the paintings were repacked, brushed rolled away, and long hugs exchanged. I wished I didn't have to go, I wished this home was mine where creativity was as natural as the peanut butter in the fridge and cheerios in the cupboard. It's an every day phenomena.

I wanted to share part of my magical day with you. And can't wait to hear about some of your own magic.

On the drive home I cried those familiar tears as I felt my body longing and aching for distant friends, distant places, for the supernatural, for more of Jesus. And I was picturing my jar full, full of tears. They're not wasted. I would mail them in to you in a bottle if I could capture them, but we'll have to wait until Heaven to see that.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Have you ever gone into a situation full of doubt and concern only to find out that you were specifically prepared for the task at hand? This pleasant surprise was mine to discover this past week. I was totally ready for teaching this fifth grade class and for Manitou Park Elementary and didn't even know it. I'm loving it!

I realize there are big differences between first graders and fifth. First off, they can read and are really capable of following directions and redirection if they are sliding towards poor choices. We've been building procedures and routines and it's been so successful because I only have to tell them once or twice and then they understand. AMAZING!

The ways they are the same is how they respond to praise and positive reinforcement. They are just like my first graders in the way that they will immediately sit up straight if I notice their neighbor doing it first. They like stickers still and they like hugs and as much lovin as they can get. And just like how tattling plagued my first graders it has an older sibling named rumor. Last week I was wondering why anyone wouldn't want to teach fifth grade, there seemed to be no glaring issues with this age group of kids. No snotty noses that need attention, no tugging on my sleeve accompanied with a squeeky Ms. Diamond? But, then the bomb fell and it started with those dropping tears of Callie. The culprit was a rumor about her picking her nose and wiping it on the carpet. So maybe I was wrong about the snot issue. These tears and similar incidences woke me up at 1:30 in the morning and left me sleepless as I tossed and turned around in my bed and my mind. How could this be solved? Then I realized this is a bigger issue that doesn't disappear with the passing onto middle school. Having received an email that included a bullet of a accusation myself earlier last week I began to process my way of resolving hurtful words.

This was the motivation of a great heart to heart and a solution of a new system. Now we have a drawer. A sacred and holy drawer that houses all their concerns, questions or thoughts. If it's really important they tell me that they would like for me to read it right away but I get to choose when I read it. So, today was our first day of operation and it went really well. Curtis did his pirate peg legged walk to the drawer, pouted out his lips and said "Ms. Diamond, I need you to read this immediately!" He dunked it like a basketball and with satisfaction closed the drawer. For me this was reassuring as it was one less little fire that I didn't have to tend to and instead I could give my attention to our visiting nutrition guest teacher and the long to-do list snaking through my head.

I started a pottery class yesterday. It will be every week for 6 weeks. I'm doing it with my friend Katy and we've both taken this course once before so this time it was major encouraging. Before I couldn't get the wheel and I would often get frustrated. I just rushed through projects in order to get my monies worth of clay and glaze. This resulted in a lot of crappy, lop sided products that sit on my families shelves or desk, or hidden in cupboards. This time I'm going to take it slow and have purpose behind each project. So far I've made a dish and hope to make a complete set, a bowl, a tiny bowl and a cup for pencils in my classroom. I'm excited to go next week as it's a good stress reliever as I slop around the wet clay and also create.

That was yesterday and today after school I drove the short distance to my friend Carols house. It's interesting how age doesn't always qualify a friend. At one point in my life all my friends were my age, never younger or older. Now some of my favorite people are decades wiser, she is 66 and I connect with her at a depth that is very rare. It's because we share our ultimate passion- intimacy with Jesus and a desire to walk as He did. She is very trained in dreams as she gets them all the time and over the years has fine tuned how to be responsible with them.

I left school four minutes late and on the way during the five minute drive I got a call wondering if I'd remembered. I reassured her I was on my way and would arrive in one minute. As I pulled up she opened the door and greeted me with the comment of "You were right." When I asked what she meant, she said "You said one minute and it was exactly that." I made a mental note to arrive exactly at four o'clock next Wednesday. When I arrived she had snack choices lined up on the counter when I arrived but we didn't let them distract us long as we dove into revelating and questioning a recent dream she had about Isaiah 48. Funny how God works, because I would never have guessed that the highlight of my week would be conversation with Carol Taylor in a blue house off Lawrence street.

The Big Catch Up!

It's been exactly one month and seven days since my plane landed in Portland Oregon. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop? How fast is the speed of light? And the question you've all been asking. . . How much has Meag fit into her month and seven days since returning?

Well, I leave you on your own to answer the first two questions but I'll ease you of your curiosity and answer your third.

A LOT! The first week back was taken for recuperation and since then I've been on the run. I was busy finding a place to live and quickly took up my friends the Debords on their offer. This has been such a great lively adventure. We have found we have much in common from juicing in the morning, to sharing glory stories on the couches at night. We live in the Freeman and Kings old house and have quickly picked up where they left off.

I spent two weeks job searching and driving all around Tacoma from elementary school to elementary school to introduce myself to the principals and to let them know I was interested in teaching at their schools. This productivity lead me to get five job interviews one of which resulted in a teaching position at Manitou Park. I now get the privilege of hanging out with fifth graders every day. At first I thought this was a mistake and that I should have taken a job with a first or second but quickly I realized this was the perfect placement. The kids are so capable and so eager to please. Most of them are new to the school and that was the requirement for them being put into my classroom. I'm excited for what the rest of the year has in store.

I've been looking for a new church and think I've found a really positive fit. I've yet to go since I've been out of town recently but I'm going to go this upcoming Sunday. It's a small new church located in the heart of Tacoma which represents their heart of Tacoma and the people who choose to call Tacoma home. I've listened to their pod casts and whole heartedly agree with their mission and beliefs.

Coming back has been like a clean slate and God has been specific about what I put on my plate. I'm looking forward to a pottery class that starts this week and have been thinking about joining a dance class. It's been really encouraging to see what friendships He has reconnected me with and each of them have been like a free watering hole of refreshment.

It's good to be back.

Beautiful Naomi in her element.

Bev looks so small compared to the towering trees and gigantic boulders.

A family portrait of all of us crazy, feral hippies at a weekend in the wilderness.

Sunny looking very much like herself.

Some of the students who are doing the Deep End School.

This is what my "dreadies" looked like after Ely worked on them for 6 hours and three movies.

These are the five wonderful girls I lived with. This was our last house dinner.

Rosie on our tour of the tea tree plantation maze where they had self proclaimed art.

Me and Tom who was a student at the Deep End School. He is loud and always a party. Fun tends to follow closely behind him.

Ruthie in the tea tree lake.

Roger and me eating a nice curry soup at the Rails park.

My van that decided to die in protest of my leaving the country. Pray for a high selling price.

My house that I shared with five other girls.

A group of girls at the wedding of Ben and Jodie. Ruthie, Me, Kristie, Rosie, Danny, and Michelle.

My flight was long, over 30 hours of traveling, but happened without any major quirks or bumps. It went very smoothly. It was funny because I was in a secluded terminal and was going through pictures on my computer when all of a sudden I heard my name called over the intercom. This has never happened to me before and I quickly gathered my bags and wheeled the cart towards the Quantas desk between gate 79 and 80. All sorts of thoughts flooded my mind in this short 2 minute walk . . did Simon change his mind, did they find another error in my passport, did I space on the time and miss my flight? I approached the guy at the counter and he had been expecting me. "Oh, there is someone here to see you, I've forgotten their name, but hold on I get them on the line for you." he casually said as my heart was trying to bump it's way out of my chest. It seemed to take forever as he apologized for the difficulties they were having with the system today. Finally I got through and it was my friend Amanda! She had arranged to have off her afternoon shift and quickly drove two hours to surprise me at the airport only find that I had already gone through the gate. She had even brought me some peanuts as a special parting gift. We got to say goodbye through a wire fence with her on the top floor and be below. It wasn't a long goodbye given everyone around us was included in our conversation. It was so sweet of her to go out of her way like that. Later on during our boarding process I was almost up to the front of the line when I heard again the intercom come on and my name was announced again! I made my way to the counter and there was a woman holding the bag of peanuts for me. She has brought them down for me since Amanda and I didn't get to see each other in person. The rest of my flights were pretty uneventful after this.

One way ticket

Did you know that I have an amazing mother who supports me in any and every decision I made? I called her last week in tears and as I sat on a water drain on the side of the street I told her I couldn't do this any more. I felt clearly that my time in Bryon had come to an end and that I needed to return home. She was so supportive and said "Well, I probably can't get you a ticket for this week but maybe next week."

So, it's offical. I leave sunny Byron in a couple of days and maybe before you even check this I will be back on that side of the world. I feel really good about this decision and while I do wish I had more perseverance to finish the school and complete what I've begun, it just became too challenging.

I am confident that I'll come home transformed. God has been doing really solid reconstruction in my heart and He is putting a new song into it. I'll have to tell you the whole story over a cuppa.

In all honestly if you are near by me in Portland or Tacoma I will need your love, support and welcome when I return. I'll need good company.

Molasses. . . What's that?

No one here knows about Molasses! What a disappointment as I was planing to make my favorite cook from my favorite recipe. After scourging the isle of a crap grocery store I couldn't find it so I asked for help only to get the reply of what is that? Then after asking someone else I was told it was on isle 6 which would make sense because it is the baking isle. But, nope. No molasses. And this made me almost cry because sometimes Australia is so close to being like home, but than you find out it really is so different.

Sorry

The pictures have been delayed as something is up with blogger. I'll post them as soon as the bugs get zapped from their program. Hopefully it will be soon.
Peace out!

Tantalizing Tea Tree Treatment

Me and one of my housemates,Phoebe, at a local beach.

Ruthie and Me at our friends garage sell.

A view in Byron.

Tygar Hanlon who I babysat for every day for two months. His mother was the makeup artist for a tv series being filmed in Byron Bay. This is him playing with his best friend Sasha.

My and Tony at a cafe in a local town nicked named "Meeting place of waters."

Mali the little five and a half year old I nanny for. He is always smiles and giggles . . . unless he is hungry.

Tonight I am going to update some of my pictures from Australia. Well, let me correct that. I'm going to put my first ever pictures from Australia up on my blog spot.

Today I had a lovely day full of adventure and relationship. It started with a birthday party for Simons sister Phoebe. It was a vintage surprise party complete with tea and delectable dainties. It was women only except for an occasional appearance of Phil, Simon's dad.

After that Ruthie and Tony and I drove to a little town called Lennox Head. It is only about 30 minutes away but it feels like a grand adventure because of the surrounding country side. There is a beautifying lake surrounded by tea trees. That is why it's beautifying. Not only is the swimming good for your heart but the natural oils in the brown water turn your skin smooth and your hair shiny. It felt ahhh so good.

This was a good break as I have started school this week and it has made my schedule full on now. Each day we go to classes starting at 1:00 and ending around 4:30. This week we learned about the spiritual disciplines. For me the timing is impeccable as this past month has been one of tearing down my faulty foundations of who God is and what does Christianity look like. The approach to these spiritual disciplines of prayer and fasting and etc. is very grace based with the opinion that we can only be stirred to the disciplines by the Holy Spirit. And we can only keep the disciplines by the grace of the Holy spirit. It's been a great first week and I can already feel the process of reconstruction happening.

I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Humor of the Holy Spirit

I'm not sure if you know the story of me and Simon breaking off our engagement and ending our relationship. It happened almost four weeks ago. It is crazy that this time has passed so quickly. I wanted to let you know how I am doing.

I'm completely broken, every day, almost all day. I can't even explain to you the deep work God is doing in my heart. It is like the standard has hit the roof and He is really stripping me of everything that would keep me from that. This break up is just a part of this stripping. I'm welcoming it because I know the fruit of it will be closer intimacy of Jesus, a heart of grace and love towards others, and an increased sensativity to spiritual matters in general.


Some more stripping happened last night because I went to a different homegroup because Simon is going to continue to go to the other and he needs space. It was so difficult. It is my housemate who is leading it, but it was just the added newness of not knowing the procedures. There was a new girl who is just visiting from New Zealand. I didn't feel like talking and knew I was breaking all of these social expectations but I couldn't be outgoing and charming. I was mopey and sad and silent. I could tell it was making her feel awkward.

I came home from group and Megs commented "home sweet home" and this just made me want to go upstairs and cry because I don't feel this is home or sweet. This house feels expansive and lonely. I did go upstairs and cry. After I changed into my pjs I got into bed and just cried and cried and cried. I begged God to let me know him as a friend. I sang about him being closer than a brother and more intimate than a mother. I just so badly need Him. I have nothing! NOTHING! My housemate came and prayed for me and I felt peace and after she left I heard the Holy Spirit say " Look at you, you are wearing a bag on your head." And I was. . . along with two layers of pj pants. And I started to laugh! I had the the bag on my head that Ely lent me to help my dreadies form. It is a wool bag and doubles as a hat. I stuff all of my dreadies into them at night to help them form. Isn't the Holy Spirit sweet? He really does comfort and this time it was with humor. I so needed to hear that. Even now it makes me smile.

I'm lonely and really wanting to be known. My biggest cry right now is that I would know the intimacy of Jesus. I am so needy of it! I guess I'm in a good place. I'll continue to throw myself at him and cling to him with a death grip. I'm declaring that he has an everlasting love for me and that he swirls, dances and delights over me.