|Plastering weekend at Miriem's house, Galicia, with our |
"community" of growers
I had been contacted following a description of a weekend get together and work I had with a bunch of local friends from Galicia and Portugal.
|My family, in Scotland. A community of us, that I only really|
appreciate when I see them from afar... Kim missing:(
So I will talk about what we are doing in this "community" or group of friends, but I also want to relate to my history of work and life in all those places I have worked until now in humanitarian disasters. A life that seems to have been left behind, swept away by the present, the urgency of now, the next bit of building we have to complete, and so on. But I find it is creeping up on me, this past. It has defined me after all. I travelled and worked as an aid or development worker from the age of 20 till that of 40, with spells of other things here and there. The people and communities I worked with in crisis fill me with a great sense of being, of living. Of being alive and proud to have contributed in a major way. I think I need to start writing about these stories, these moments and these people. Andanças will be a start, albeit a talk.
So here is a summary of the talk I have put together, that I'll give with no photos or electronic slidage and all that. Just talk. I need to work on my Portuguese, and an outline of what to say. Or maybe I'll just think about it and fire from the hip...