Saturday, June 25, 2016

Blogging

Clearly I am not good at blogging regularly. I still have posts to catch up on.

But....my friend Tim who I came to Morocco with the first time with a group of teachers is going on an amazing journey for the next year. He is a middle school teacher in CT and is taking a year of absence to travel and work in many different countries.

He has blogged before and I really enjoy reading about his experiences. He will also be available of interacting with students and classrooms if anyone is interested in reaching out with your class.

Check out Tim's blog!


Monday, June 6, 2016

Ramadan starts tomorrow!

Ramadan, the holy month, starts on a new moon. For 30 days, Muslims fast during daylight hours. 

Here is an article stating some perspectives of this annual fast. 
https://preview.hs-sites.com/_hcms/preview/content/4181273831?portalId=1642023&preview_key=zORPhLZX

Here are some children's books about Ramadan.
http://www.colorincolorado.org/booklist/celebrating-ramadan-and-eid


Ramadan Mabruk!

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Snow in Morocco

Snow is not the type of weather you first imagine when you think of Morocco. However, similar to the landscape of California, Morocco has coastline, plains and high mountains. When clouds hit the mountains, precipitation occurs!

The week of Feb 15, Ifrane, located in the Middle Atlas Mountains (5,460 ft. altitude), was hit with its first major snow storm. This is normal for the winter, but this year has been unseasonably warm and dry for the area.

The next snow was a blizzard on Feb 26, bringing over a foot of snow and high winds. Cars were stuck on the roads as people tried to leave and come into the area. Moroccan tourists flood into the small town of Ifrane to see the snow. The first snow brought 120,000 cars to this small town!

When the influx of traffic becomes too great, police will shut the roads. There are plows, however they cannot maneuver around cars that have been abandoned or stuck in the road. When we ventured out one night, we helped shovel several cars free from the snow as well as our own.





Cars and buses stuck for hours


Driving on the wrong side of the road since the other side was blocked



The residences across from school


School


Dogs exploring the snow







This was at 8am. Yes, we were in school. And yes, that is about 1 foot of snow!






That's what I call recess!




Tuesday, March 29, 2016

In Memory of My Grandmother


For Amah, the jade rock of our family
“The General”

A complete feeling of loss and shock when the news arrived. It was hard to believe even though you try to prepare yourself for the death of a grandparent. I knew the time would come as it does for everyone. The person who was at my birth and every year after that to visit for 2-3 months at a time was no longer there. She was the backbone to my mom’s family.  We strived our whole life to meet their expectations and make them proud. My grandparents taught us our core values, to be charitable, hard working, secret recipes and of course, how to speak Taiwanese.

My chest felt heavy and still does from time to time. She was one of a kind.
Amah had one good kidney, which was failing. She called the shots when it came to her health; not the doctor or her children. She decided when she would take her pills, and she declined dialysis for 6 years.

When she fell ill, Chinese herbs gave her temporary relief. A day later, she was sent to the hospital to be told there was nothing to be done. She was revived and quickly sent home to pass. In Taiwan it is preferable to die at home. Once this happens, the body should be touched minimally. Groomed and dressed, she was laid into a coffin for the family to view and speak to her. After this temporary time, the coffin was sealed and remained in the home unmoved. The body was not preserved for further viewing.

A shrine was set up in the area of the house where she lay. It contained her photo, Buddhist statues, relics, incense, flowers and other offerings. Her clothes, shoes, towel and basin were placed beside the shrine as a symbol of cleansing the spirit.



Praying and chanting started immediately. Chanting Amituofo (Buddha) is most common. Different sutras will be conducted on certain days following the death. Typically chanting occurs daily during the first week, then every week for the first 7 weeks. Family will abstain from eating meat for these 49 days while we pray for her to be reincarnated into the human realm or higher.

For the first week prayers consisted of a daily morning prayer. During this prayer a letter written by family is read aloud and asks her spirit to go to the Pureland or Heaven. She must release all ties to the physical human realm with us and not feel any attachments. We are asked not to cry in the shrine area if able to so that she does not feel the grief and want to stay. We reassured her that we would continue and take care of each other so that she does not feel the need to linger.  Food is offered; paper money and paper lotuses that we fold by hand are burned.



The folded paper lotus: to help Amah float up to the heavens. In Buddhism the lotus has many symbols. One being that its roots grow in the mud, yet its stem shoots out through the water and even above the surface. This is symbolic to the progress from materialism to enlightenment.
Paper money and folded paper gold nuggets: so she will have fortune and treasure in her next life.
Paper house: so she will have a comfort in her next life.
Lights on and doors open: To allow the spirit to come and go at all hours of the day until the funeral.

The first 7-day mark, five nuns from our temple, Ling Jiou San, came to the house to pray. The family had been in deep mourning. After the ceremony my mom said everyone felt positive energy and started to feel a cloud lift. My father and brother arrived this day. I arrived the next evening.



The rituals of folding paper lotuses and gold nuggets with family was therapeutic. It was an intentional task done together and with each fold we honored her. We shared photos and stories. We hugged Agong (grandfather) and admired his crops from his farm. He was so humbled that all the grandchildren came home. Dan from Boston, Alison from Houston, Dave from New York, my parents from CT and I, from Morocco. All other family members from my mom’s side live in Taiwan.

On Tuesday we stayed up all night in shifts to allow a presence in the shrine area near the front gate. This way, her spirit could be welcomed. As soon as she passed, the lights were on 24/7. Even the rooms where we slept were lit all hours of the night and day. It is said to bring positive energy and welcome her in all areas of the house. This continued until the funeral.

The day before the funeral, the Taiwanese have special attire to wear during the offering where they burn paper money, the paper house, paper lotuses and gold, and some of her clothes. This is to give her plenty in her next life. After a prayer led by a local monk of a Taoist temple, we walked the materials around the corner to an empty lot. Prayers were done again and Amah was asked to take the money, use the house and clothes offered to her so she would not be without. Members of the family cry out these wishes during this time. We stood in a circle holding a ribbon. Over 1 billion nt (new Taiwan dollars) in paper money was offered. Friends and family members contributed to this.

 Nearby Taoist Temple

The funeral started with a prayer to bring her picture into the funeral tent from the shrine. A permit was given to close the road. The children stood in front wearing their outfits that signify their relationship to her; sons and their wives wore burlap covering as did the first grandson of the eldest son, the daughters are in yellow as are the granddaughters of the sons, the granddaughters of the daughters are in white and all other grandsons have a white sash across their chest.




All family members proceeded in order of relation to the front, bowed three times and offered her tea. Next, all other relatives did the same. My great uncle, her only remaining sibling came in last. After this local politicians sent their representatives to the funeral. Lastly, friends and community members came in.






Our temple sent another group of nuns to pray. The coffin is moved out of the house and toward the Hearst.  We circle the coffin 3 times chanting a prayer for her to follow us toward the crematorium. A bus took family members there following the Hearst. Again, prayers were made to have her leave our realm.

During this time, guests were invited for a meal at the house.

The eldest son, his wife and their son then brought the picture of Amah back to their house where the ancestral shrine resides. This is where the prayers will take place from now on. The urn was later picked up and brought to a pagoda where they are stored with other family members.

We started at 6 am that day and we were all emotionally spent. There was an overwhelming feeling of loss, yet contentment of a grand ceremony for a very special woman. We honored her as best we could and I think she would have smiled at all the recognition and love that came her way that day.



Traditions mentioned above were a variety of Taiwanese culture, Taoism and Buddhism. They are documented as I was told by family members and my interpretation of such. I am definitely not an expert in the religions and ceremonies so please feel free to ask questions on any of the concepts. I will try to find the answers.


My brother, Dave, cutting turnip that my grandfather grew. 


Hsu family with Agong (Gramps)


Agong feeding his great-granddaughter <3


Grandkids (grand turnip)


Family trip to nearby temple


Overseas crew


Love heals


Laughter is the best medicine


Sunday, January 17, 2016

Return to Fes

Last weekend on a day trip to Fes (my favorite), we walked through the old medina, ate a delicious lunch and met an old friend.


First stop, food! Step out from the 9th century medina and into this gorgeously decorated space.


This was the appetizer of a variety of Moroccan salads. Then there was chicken couscous and grilled lamb. Of course by the time I remembered to take a picture, there was only bones and couscous left.


Lanterns!



Brass district of the old medina.


River that splits old Fes.


For over a month now, we have been spoiled with sweet clementines everywhere!


 Fes, lower tannery is being refurbished and renovated for preservation of this UNESCO historical site. It's the first time it's had any sort of upkeep for over 1,100 years.

We came here to visit our friend, Abdellatif, who works in the tannery as a tour guide. When my family was here last July, we found a leather jacket for my dad. They recreated the jacket on display to my dad's size in 4 hours at the tannery and delivered it to us (1.5 hours away) that night. Incredible! Abdellatif was the one who delivered the jacket. He's the man! (and the tailor is, too!)




Photo taken in July: Vats for cleaning, dying, softening (pigeon poop) leather. Original process is still used.



Tall guy (Dave) on a little street. Yes, that's a street in the old medina.



In Al Attarine Madrasa (school), in Fes, (1325). Beautiful plaster work and tiles in background. 

(July.2015)