New "news" from El Recreo, Managua

Friends,

Please check out Michael's latest blog posting for current news and photos of our friends in El Recreo: http://www.marchesininica.blogspot.com/ Michael is a current volunteer in the bank team and lived in community with me last year. He has lots of great news to share and I find that his notes and photos capture the unique spirit that being a Jesuit Volunteer in El Recreo can ignite in many people.

Other deep and inspiring reflections (directly from Nicaragua) can be found on Patrick and Christine's blogs, see links below and right. They are also current volunteers.

Peace and love,
Margaret

Bless the Circle of Women

It helps, now and then,

to step back and take the long view.

The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,

it is beyond our vision.

We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of

the magnificent enterprise that is God's work.

Nothing we do is complete,

which is another way of saying

that the kingdom always lies beyond us.

No statement says all that could be said.

No prayer fully expresses our faith.

No confession brings perfection.

No pastoral visit brings wholeness.

No programme accomplishes the church's mission.

No set of goals and objectives includes everything.

This is what we are about:

We plant seeds that one day will grow.

We water seeds already planted,

knowing that they hold future promise.

We lay foundations that will need further development.

We provide yeast that produces effects beyond our capabilities.

We cannot do everything

and there is a sense of liberation in realizing that.

This enables us to do something,and to do it very well.

It may be incomplete, but it is a beginning, a step along the way,

an opportunity for God's grace to enter and do the rest.

We may never see the end results,

but that is the difference between the master builder and the worker.

We are workers, not master builders,

ministers, not messiahs.

We are prophets of a future not our own.

-- Attributed to Archbishop Oscar Romero of El Salvador

On Monday, February 23, I was able to share some of my experience in Nicaragua with the "Circle of Women," a group of women from the parish who share spirituality nights together. About 40 women came and I was thrilled, as they were women who have prayed for me and accompanied me throughout my journey to/from Nicaragua. I opened with this prayer that I was given at Boston College for my trip to El Salvador, and I felt it was very telling from the perspective of working for the Kingdom of God and also working as a woman!

I reflected on the faith journey that led me to Nicaragua, entertained questions, and showed a video of photographs that two angels have helped me put together. I feel as though I am raising awareness about Nicaragua and about her people and some of the struggles they face. I am sharing the joys of having lived in community and more simply for the past two years. And I am remembering the cries of the people who hugged me as I left who said "Never forget About us!"

I hope to continue sharing the story(ies) and am thankful to have more opportunities to do so. One woman asked me at the end of the evening "what can we do?" This is always the most challenging question, not only to answer, but also to wrestle with myself. Prayer and Care, I answered. Providing Yeast.

Sharing the Spirit

On Sunday I had the privilege of sharing some of my experience with my elementary school and life-long parish, St. Peter's School, to help kick off the Catholic Schools Week theme of "celebrating service."

It was a true joy and honor to speak in front of the parishioners, teachers, parents, and children, dear friends and family, as they have been huge supporters of my experience in Nicaragua. They poured out love and generosity before I was leaving, during my experience, and now that I have returned-- In not only finances but in cards, letters, packages, and prayers sent spiritually! I am so grateful for all of the encouragement from them. Below is what I shared with them:

http://www.stpeterspw.org/site_res_view_template.aspx?id=2e43572a-d3dd-40ec-9cd0-b0f3cf857139

There's No Place Like Home (part 1)

It feels as quickly as clicking my heels three times. It feels as rattling as a house spinning and falling from the sky. It feels as comfortable and yet disillusioning as waking up in my own bed, seeing my dear family and friends again, and feeling as if I had never left and as if they were there the whole time with me. And I feel love and joy and know in my heart that there is no place like home.

(Nicaragua became a type of home for me for two years, and I will share more about that and how it is similar/different in an eventual Part 2 of this entry)

I want to thank you, family and friends, for supporting me along this journey: pre-departure, during the experience, and now that I have returned. I had an incredible experience in Managua that has had a deep impact on my life; JVC's motto is "Ruined for life" and it's no surprise. I am still processing the effects of the experience, what I learned, who I met, what it meant to me, and what it could mean for others and will write those here when I can organize them more.

In the upcoming months, I will be home on Long Island (and visiting friends!) trying to "reintegrate" to the United States and figuring out where God is leading me next in life. While I do that, I would love to share more of my experiences with you and will keep posting on this blog with reflections on returning home. If you are interested in connecting for pictures or stories, please contact me (margienuzz@gmail.com).

May Peace be with you and your loved ones in these chilly months.
Love,
Margaret

Life´s not fair!

Growing up as kids we might have learned the concept of “injustice” through small instances, such as one kid getting a cooler snack for lunch than another or one being naturally better at basketball than another. “It´s not fair” we might have wined or heard other complain. “Life´s not fair” might have been an appropriate, through difficult response to hear. After the anger, frustration and discontent pass, we begin to learn a lesson as to how to deal with the injustice.

I am still learning these lessons at age 24. Many times unexplainable events happen here (as everywhere) that make me want to scream or cry or bust and exclaim, “It´s not fair!!!” I want to act out like a child and throw a tantrum. Here I want to share with you just three of the instances I have experienced in Nicaragua that have caused me to feel such sentiments.

These days we are in the heart of the rainy season. It rained every day from October 1 through the 19^th. The rains come in heavy waves, torrential downpour, or sometimes just gray and on and off for days straight. Last week we experienced some of the heaviest rains which caused us to start to feel tired of the rain. Enough already! In the community we moan over our clothes, belts, shoes, and bags which have grown moldy, leaks that enter through walls and somehow dampen the beds, laundry which just never dries, and the immense effort it takes to leave the house in the morning for work when it is down pouring. Though Sunday while visiting with my host family here, they informed me of a tragedy that happened in Matagalpa (a city in the north of Nica) that week. A nine year old girl was walking with some friends back to her home from school, trekking through the rain, when she fell suddenly and rapidly into one of the “manholes,” the rain drains that carry the water to the lakes. The manholes in Nicaragua are seriously dangerous for this precise reason because most of them are uncovered. The tops are stolen all over the country, and used or sold by thieves to build houses or other structures. They are big enough for any human being to fall into so all are aware to exercise caution when walking on a sunny day; on a rainy day, when the rain is up to knee-length and one cannot see the ground on which they walk, one might pray, walk softly, or not walk at all. A nine year old girl fell into the hole, quicker than her young schoolmates knew what had happened, she was carried through the drain system, and found days later, mangled, dead, and destroyed on a river’s shore. How unjust, an innocent life lost so tragically!

The banks I work in function on a guarantee of solidarity. We give group loans and the women are encouraged to support each other in a time of crisis. For this reason, if a woman wants to enter the banks, she needs to have the recommendation of a woman who is already in the banks. The woman who recommends the others accepts full responsibility for the debt of the other woman if she cannot pay her first loans. Last year Rosa and her daughter Raquel recommended Doña Dalilia for a loan in the banks. They knew her from the school that their kids attended and even through she was not the most punctual person, they recognized her as a dedicated, working woman who wanted a loan to continue to work. Dalilia started off in the banks as a great member; she attended the meetings with a big smile and friendliness and paid her weekly sum. About halfway through the cycle, she decided to make the common haul to Costa Rica to find better work. She took her loan with her, and left Rosa and Raquel to cancel more than half of her debt. She promised she would send money back (as so many Nicaraguans who migrate to C.R. do!), but Rosa and Raquel never saw that money. Rosa and Raquel saw her kids in school, still dressed well, still participating in activities, and assumed she was sending money back, just not to them. Months later she returned to Nicaragua and was pleased though shamed to find her loan closed by Rosa and Raquel, who had struggled immensely to cancel it. We, the bank team, knowing the impoverished situation of Rosa and Raquel, came to an agreement with Dalila, that she would slowly start to pay us back, and we would facilitate this money to Rosa and Raquel. She told us a lot of “I don´t have much and it´s very hard for me to make money these days, but I will give you what I have and what I have promised.” Well, we are visiting Dalilia every 15 days, a 20 minute walk out of the barrio and back, and she has not been home the days we come to collect, and she has not given us a cent. We can´t make her pay, but we want Rosa and Raquel to have some of their money back. I know there are some parables about this in the Bible.

Recently in the banks we have been giving workshops on violence. For most of the groups, we had a guest speaker come in who helped the women open up about talking about violence, “breaking the silence,” identifying the types of violence, and recognizing that they experience some or all of these types of violence. In the smallest group we showed a documentary about violence against women, made for and by women in Nicaragua. I have been astounded by the stories I have heard these past weeks. I have been shocked by the quantity of women who identified with the women´s testimonies in the movie about spousal abuse, and with the jokes made about violence to “break the ice,” and with the tears, and bruises I have seen on the women. Maria Elena opened up yesterday about the abuse she has been standing from her husband for the past 35 years and from her kids who drink all the time and come home to treat her as though she were not a human being. Damaris came to us two weeks ago, eyes black and blue and ready to go with Grety to the police to denounce, “enough already!” Felicita is having nightmares from the sexual abuse her daughters experienced by the hands of the girls´ father. I have seen several children be hit with belts by family members, as I have tried to wrap my head around understanding this completely outrageous behavior… none of which I can identify.

Outrageous. Causing outward expression of rage. IT¨S NOT FAIR! That she experiences this, and I have not. And I´ve exerpeinced something else, that she has not. Life´s not fair! Even though it has been very difficult to witness and see these things close to first-hand, I am still grateful. I am grateful that I live in a place where the people around me are so conscious of the injustice that happens around them, which causes them to act for justice and peace in their communities. After visits with the women, I reflect with my co-workers, Grety and Silvio on the heaviness of the visit, the sadness of the woman, whatever it is at the time and I am amazed when their reactions are often more strongly expressed than mine. When we Jesuit Volunteers arrive to work in El Recreo all wet from the 10min. walk in the rain, our coworkers say things like, “oh, poor things, you got wet on the way! This rain is bad, huh? But it´s still not as bad for us as it is for others. Imagine those poor people along the edges of the sewage drains with dirt floors and make-shift roofs…we have to think of them in a time like this!” And they remind me everyday of the need to overcome selfishness which is found just dwelling in disappointment over injustice.

We cannot let the injustice paralyze us. I am learning here that I need to channel the anger and frustration into positive action for fairness, for justice, for equality, peace, and love. We need to work to fill in the gaps of injustice and strive to give what we have of ourselves (time, energy, organization, resources) where others have not. Life is NOT fair. But God is. And as a human being and as a Catholic, I am called to face injustice and suffering, and act for justice and peace. Jesus calls us all to this in His teachings, like the parables of the Prodigal Son, the Good Samaritan, the Sower of Seeds, and the Final Judgment. These days I am searching for how to channel the anger I experience when faced with injustice, big or small, into strength to work for justice and to work for justice with love.

P H O T O S

::: the community :::

celebrating the visit of a Former Nica Jesuit Volunteer,
Anne Berry, with her husband George, friend Paola, and pizza!!! woo hoo!

::: our neighbors :::
Doña Tere and Doña Maxima, best friends
who sit outside D. Maxima´s house every night and talk, even in the rain

::: the lunch community :::
some co workers and friends with whom I eat lunch everyday

Doña Elieth (chef extraordinaire!), Hilda, Paula, Me, Mary, Mirna, Haisy

::: the mujeres :::
the women of Banco 8 who shocked me with a party for my birthday!!
HUGE cake, piñata, chips, sanwiches, soda, dancing!!!

Short Stories, Big Prayers

So I walk into the comedor (kitchen) of the Project this Wednesday to see if I can help Rosario out with preparing the meals that about 100 malnourished children will consume. “Of course you can help!” Wonderful! So I help her serve rice and a vegetable brew into the little bowls. As the professional and chef, she soon realizes that I am serving either too much or too little in each bowl and promotes my job to placing the spoon in each bowl. I’m okay with this special job since I remember I am here to “be with” people and not necessarily move mountains. She arranges the bowls with such speed, precision, and love, while I make sure the spoon is strategically placed under the weight of the rice so they don’t fall upon serving. As I finish up, I notice her looking for something on the floor. What are you looking for Rosario? “Don´t worry about it, Margarita, its just a little part of my earring.” Bummer, right!? She loves those pink-ball dangly earrings. Naturally I start to help her and she resists as if she doesn’t really care. “No, don’t worry about it, Margarita, it’s SO small and I have other earrings.” But I help her anyway. I ask to see the other earring to know what part we are looking for. YUP, it’s small… a thin, silver pin that actually goes inside the clasp. I figure, it’s silver and shiny, we should be able to find it on this maroon, sorta-ceramic-tiled floor. But Rosario pretends to stop looking, tells me over and over to not worry about it, and continues the work in the kitchen. I try to tell her, “Don’t lose hope! Come, we can find it!” She starts sweeping, just to clean up the floor, and I know she is still looking for it, but I try to step back, hoping that if I don’t look like I am worrying about it, she won’t feel as bad. And as she is sweeping, she finds, IN THE CRACK of the floor. Stuck deep between two of the tiles, where rice and dirt were accompanying this millimeter-size silver pin. Woo hoo! Ohh she´s psyched! “These are my favorite earrings, and maybe they can fix them in the market!” Her “small victory” filled my heart with faith and hope, as she is a totally humble, simply, joyful woman, always a pleasure to spend time and converse with, and yet a part of the deep struggle of Nicaraguan women. In this moment I was reminded of the word “solidarity” – a quite perplexing word and concept to develop and hold dear, but an act so simple and crucial: accompanying another with faith and hope in the search and rescue of something that seems lost.

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August 14, the day in Nicaragua of the Purísima Chiquita… the “junior” of the December 7 celebration of the Immaculate Conception of Mary.* The prelude, the pre-game, that is only celebrate in the city of León…and at my bank team meeting this week...

Grety, my dear co-worker and companion, comes dancing into work all dressed up. “Estámos de Fiesta!” She exclaims. We´re having a party! For Mary, of course. She commands Silvio, “Get out the Vírgin!” meaning, to take out the 2´ statue of Mary so we can arrange an altar. “Margarita, set up the altar!” OH BOY… I think to myself. These devotions to Mary are perhaps the most serious and reverent practices of Catholic Nicaraguans and Grety is quite the commandante when it comes to Mary and the Catholic faith, so I start sweating at the sound of this task. Have you ever seen an altar to Mary? In Latin America? I find Silvio´s coffee table ready as Grety has already set in front of some plants in the garden. I wipe it down with a cloth and set a white lace tablecloth as a bedding to put the Virgin on. Silvio, also totally devout to Mary, literally asks me three times if I have wiped the table down. “Yes, Silvio.” I’m laughing to myself remembering that this is not a common practice “where I am from” and that arranging an ornate altar to Mary isn’t second-nature to me. “Ni importa, Margarita”, Grety tells me… Just make sure it’s beautiful for Mary. So maybe not second-nature, but this is my second-year as a JV in Nicaragua… 2 occasions of Purísima experience under my belt, and I have learned a thing or two about how to arrange an altar to Mary:

• The table must be wiped down well. The space must be clean and pure.
• The table must be covered with a beautiful cloth, lace preferred, that is arranged creatively (i.e.: not logically placed folded square to fit the shape of the table)
• The Virgin must be secure on the table. The statue should not be rocking, unbalanced even the slightest bit, for risk of Her falling.
• Decorate with any leaves, flowers (real or fake), or random cut-out images of happy things that you can find.

I too, loving and adoring of Mary, do my best to make an altar and it appears to be acceptable to Grety and Silvio. Phew! I am calm and pleased as we start the prayers and songs and celebration. During the prayer I admired the altar and statue of Mary and I rejoiced giving thanks and praise to Mary and God for the blessing of being a part of such devotion to Mary. Grety made chicha, the special corn drink, typical of the Purísima, to share with us after the prayers and even made the little baskets of candy and cookies that are given out at the December Purísima. It was so special to be a part of Grety´s passion and effort to celebrate Mary in this way. Grety and Silvio have taught me so much of faith, and specifically adoration to Mary. My love of and prayer to Mary has grown dramatically here, and I am sure is it because of their influence. And later, telling Grety that I would write this story on the blog, she affirmed me, “But yes you COULD make an altar! And did you see how beautiful it turned out!?”

*The Purísima is dedicated to the December 8 Feast of the Immaculate Conception of Mary. It is perhaps comparable in size and grandeur to Christmas in the United States: rooted in the Catholic tradition though it extends to celebration for all in Nicaragua. More on that in December…

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One of my dear friends from BC, Mike, just left from a week long visit. A blast, from start to finish! Energizing, Rejuvenating, Life-giving, and Laugh-giving. We were out and about the whole week, showing him all kinds of beauty I have experienced here in Nicaragua. From days at my worksite and the “monuments” of Managua to hikes in middle of nowhere/everywhere the mountains, farm, Laguna, and neighbors´ houses, he successfully learned the chorus to “Nicaragua, Nicaragúita,” Nicaragua´s unofficially anthem and, one could certainly argue, the beat of her heart.

We felt much of the pulse the night of August 9, the eve of the celebration of Santo Domingo (Saint Dominic, Patron Saint of Managua). The saint (an action figure of St. Dom) is kept in a church outside of Managua and brought through the capital each year in August to celebrate and worship. So the party on the 9^th is somewhat of a “vigil” held right outside our block, on the eve of the day when Dom will pass on His way out of the city, back to the church. I was thrilled that Mike would be here for this occasion to experience such a cultural event. That night he not only tried the country’s famous rum, Flor de Caña, and heard the sharp noise of the hear-only fireworks, but also saw the many women out on the street selling everything from gum, to cigarettes, cotton candy, candy apples, enchiladas, tacos, grilled meat and chicken, etc. He saw the main attraction of the “Palo Lucido”… the telephone pole greased in animal fat that Nicaraguan men, young boys, and brave JVs try to climb every year for the prizes at the top. He heard the popular music and saw some “night dancing” (the drunk-man, uninhibited dance). Mike even danced himself… swing-danced with yours-truly in the middle of the street, to the great amusement of a circle of starry-eyes fans (Swing dance by “foreigners,” as the DJ called us, is not typical of Nica or this feast day, but thoroughly enjoyed). With a far-from-celebratory feel, he saw the young children of working mothers trying to sleep in the grass by their stands (one boy in a wheel-barrel!) amidst the raucous of the event. Shirtless men passed-out drunk, totally unconscious of their surroundings. A large tattoo-ed man screaming brutally at a young woman, before he hit her powerfully across the face. And then the decorated float that passed around 11 to go pick up the Saint from another church. Upon returning to the house that night, I felt exhausted and sad at the obviously ugly sights of the night. Maybe I wasn’t thrilled that Mike was able to see all that, but still thankful – for it displayed a part of the reality of Nicaragua.

thanks for reading, and loving, and praying! more soon! xoxo

life giving

Life Giving...

...some of the women in Banco 6: xiomara, auxiliadora, esperanza, maria louisa, and yakeline

...esperanza and her boys! Alejandro and the new one

...mary, my community mate, and technically "co worker" too, on a field trip with work
...co-workers eating ice cream in Leon (same field-trip)
...students from St. Louis University who were experiencing abroad on the Mev Puleo trip and our community ... a spontaneous day trip with Josh to Jinotepe where we found a sweet church, a larger-than-life statue of John Paul II, and a delicious bakery
...a mural-reminder of the beauty of Nicaragua

...prayers from you and for you. love you, miss you, happy summer!