Calling on a Mantra

I woke up this morning calling on a mantra, to heal my monkey mind. I miss Costa Rica. I miss my garden and the family that lives with me down there.

I miss the love.

I browsed through my photos and one of my Nicaraguan adventures caught my eye. I went as a photographer on a Christian mission trip into three areas; Manchester, Tipi Tapa and the La Chureca dump.(if you can, please read the link on La Chureca for the facts) I hid behind the camera at times to hide my breaking heart. It was an overwhelming experience.These two live at the dump. A shanty town has developed there, housing the families that have come there seeking work. They go through the waste and recycle what’s there. I don’t know the exact facts, but it looked like a lot of other country’s excesses, such as old computers, are sent here because of their danger to the environment. The workers are hard at it in the day, earning a few pennies to support their families.I elbowed my way around to make sure this woman, got these shoes. I wanted her and no one else to have them. As I watched her, throughout the day, she was quiet and reserved. In this picture, her eyes seem to tell a story~a book perhaps. Those discarded flip-flops became very important to me. A person needs shoes you know. And a little color and style never hurt anyone!

This little girl chased the bus as we were leaving. She seemed so happy!

I love this photo and the girl’s shirt. Her eyes are as bright and full of life, as her shirt is dingy. It’s a positive thought/that we can change the world with our imaginations.

I know that as I sit here, in my room, in a place that I find myself not wanting to be, that these people are still at the dump. They have little food. And what they do have is what is brought into them by missionaries~a lot of rice and beans.

I’m glad I have these pictures to reflect on. I don’t pity these people. That day, yes, I saw  poverty. And when I left, I thought, now I know what dirt poor really is. But I also saw happiness and love amongst these people. One that I don’t see around me here in the middle of all of this decadence. Maybe I need to open my eyes.

I’m going to use my imagination and look to the best of the best of what God has given me in my life and move on.

Why not~it’s the better choice.

I think my mantra worked.

13 thoughts on “Calling on a Mantra”

  1. Mantras are good and i personally recommend them to all who would listen. How such resonant love for being infuses and integrates with the tapestry of the universal song is part of the mystery no doubt. Poverty has so many aspects to its dynamic. I have been somewhat pre-occupied these past 22 years or so with the mystery . . .and of how to promote in the most practical of ways the more equitable distribution of wealth within the free enterprise system. Worldwide. It’s a big game to be sure. And you can’t play it as they say by spectating from the stands. You gotta get down on the court. Tennis anyone?

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      1. Fair enough. 22 years ago i asked myself the question . . .if someone gave me a million dollars so that i could make the world a better place, how would I spend that money for maximum effect and, indeed how would i make sure that i did not in fact make the world a worse place? Is that a good question?

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  2. Such a beautiful reflection Cheri – thank you for sharing… Traveling opens our minds and hearts to a different way and makes us appreciate what we have and makes us really see what truly matter. I fell in love with Nicaragua and Costa Rica (and every place I’ve ever traveled to really) – the genuity of people. The human connection. The happiest people have met have nothing and yet… they have everything… they’ll generously share all they have – a smile, an honest eye to eye and heart to heart – more valuable than anything else: a true human connection. I hope I get to see you before I leave next Sunday and if not, we’ll meet again sometimes soon. With love, Flo

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  3. This post resonated with me. I haven’t traveled much but I am aware of poverty – more of the people. I think the little things matter, don’t you?

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    1. I’m not sure what you mean when you say-the little things. I know the best things in life usually don’t have a monetary value-I didn’t want to say free, such as sunsets and swimming, laughing like crazy with your friends, stuff like that……?

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      1. I guess the little things are things like seeing a need and meeting it without making a big deal about it. A pair of shoes, kindness and courtesy to a homeless man. Little things that say “I thought about you”.

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