Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Inspiration can come in All Forms

 2021 Update.  I've learned a lot since losing that job to the Great Recession of 2008 (Great Depression.)  The Global Council was rife with corruption of the worst kind: medical, big pharma, and worst of all Bill Gates himself.
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2015:
I always knew how fortunate I had been to land my last job as Web Coordinator for the Global Health Council (GHC.)  Thankfully, they are still struggling to hold on to the Global Health Council legacy, it's Membership. 

The most inspirational publications to me personally, were in the Conference web pages that elegantly highlighted the Amazing accomplishments, annually, of their Membership throughout the recent years. 

That job gave me much beloved yet painful insight on the scourge of financial inequality and extreme resulting poverty facing human beings in these, humanity's times, our 'Now'.  The job also gave me much inspiration and many spiritual gifts, such as fostering a global compassion for all life on this beloved planet, Gaia, Earth, and its well-intended inhabitants.  I will always treasure my memories there.  I wrote most of my compulsive poetry written at home to date, while working there for those well-intended folk.

The worst part of being booted out of the Middle Class, and what it means to me.

How important and inspirational the GHC Membership will always be to me...
What I miss most about that last job, besides not having had, at that time in my personal life, the physical or emotional wearwithall to become sociable enough to enjoy more, the lovely folk working there, in Vermont with me, and for on the ground type folks in Washington, D.C., but mostly for that Global Health community, by an unendingly, incredibly inspiring (GHC) Membership.  Run on sentences, run on.

I will always be proud of that job, and my opportunity to humbly assist with the website that had to be let go to budget concerns during/after this latest 'great' world-wide depression/recession of  @ 2008.

Ah, but such is life sometimes, even I knew painfully full well what I could have had at a job like that, if I had been much younger perhaps, until the opportunity to continue working there was gone for me. I was not blessed in life with single-minded focus, I was too confused about what career paths in life, and just did my utmost best under the circumstances of an inherited lifestyle of unsustainable, crushing debt.


I was not fortunate enough to know the following woman Dr. individual.  This article brought back a lot of memories of the former Global Health Council that I knew, so I checked out their new restructured organizational website, and they seem  doing just fine now, thankfully.  Whew.  Letting go is so hard to do sometimes, but love of the good in life, will always live on.

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Inspiration really hurts sometimes...

Inspired by this extremely sad Valley News article:
www.vnews.com/.../a-life-margo-krasnoff-1957-2015-she-was-so-genuine-in -all-of

An Inspirational Woman
Begrievingly Taken from her Community and Inspirational Life.  


her death does not make sense to me...?  Just questioning of reality again...
Jul 13, 2015 ... Yet melding her international activities into an Upper Valley life of care giving was challenging. “It's always very jarring to come back from a ...

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Tuesday, July 7, 2015

How Did One Farm in Norway?

Image reprinted with permission, courtesy of a newly discovered relative, Diane Piper, whose family was blessed with visiting the 'home' country of Norway this July.  :)


7.6.2015
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...at the turn of the century, just...
How Did One Farm in Norway?

I often wonder how our ancestors survived.  My great-grandparents were Carl Oscar & Emma Caroline Anderson, and Carl, whose parents emigrated, immigrated here from Norway, settling at (i think) first in the Dakotas to farm in a harsh climate and new land.  Now, knowing that farming must have been a very hard living, back then.  The gardening, raising so many children, the animal husbandry alone, then working the soil in the fields, and praying for weather.  Perhaps hauling water, no electricity, of course.  i can barely wrap my head around just that alone for them.  Add in that Dakotas rugged climate, back then, and I wonder, did this breathtaking/vicious occupied land seem tame to the Andersons compared to the 'old country, where Aurora Borealis may dance among the long bitter winter endless night?   Maybe six of one...

How did they survive?  Why did they leave Norway?  Did they have to endure leaving loved ones at 'home'?  How did they get through those brutal cold winters?

Emma's daughter Olive, (my grandmother) told us how they had no heat upstairs away from the hearth in the kitchen.  And they used to warm smooth brook, or river stones by the hearth to heat their freezing cold beds so they could try to sleep in winter.

But what was it like for her parents in Norway, before?  And just how does one farm in a place like Norway?  Middle aged now, and extraordinarily blessed to have recently settled in as a Vermont citizen, (once a flatlander...) i feel somehow closer to my great grandparents by latitude and lifestyle.  How?  I have the opportunity to assist in raising poultry, and gardening, in yet another sometimes brutal yet incredibly beautiful micro-climate in this still yet, occupied land.  As i age i enjoy the cooler air, which was dreaded as a child.  But last year our area had a 5 foot deep frost: much more than usual as Vermonters struggled with keeping our plumbing from freezing, hell, our waterlines from freezing for the duration of that winter.  Hear say that the timber rattlesnakes in this area would not thrive as well this season after that frost.

So...curious, did a little online research and found some links to ponder*...and about what farming in Norway might have been like back then.  (Grandmother) Olive wrote a memoir around 1990, relating that her father Carl had opportunity to commune with some of the Sioux Native folk.  He has learned some indigenous medicinal herbs and farming techniques.  He must have been a good man for a white, to have deserved the sharing of some of their traditional knowledge.

It's one thing to 'step in to it', (try something new) without knowing what risk to expect in-country, but to move to an entirely new country, climate when one lives close to the land is quite another.  I remain, grateful to them for giving (us) life, their mysteries, but also to the spirit of their strong will to survive the impossible, and for an innate heritage that I may continue to enjoy learning more of, consciously.

*   further reading

Popular Tales From the Norse translated by George Webbe Dasent Third Edition, 1888


Popular Tales From the Norseby George Webbe Dasent[1904]

Norwegian Folktales

A SHORT HISTORY OF NORWAY By Tim Lambert

Culture of Norway (Wiki read between the lines pedia)

Emma Caroline and Carl Oscar Anderson,
my great-grandparents whose parents came here from Norway


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