Saturday, March 31, 2007

Yes, The Year of the Lord's Favor


Isaiah 61:1-4

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,

to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,

and provide for those who grieve in Zion--
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.

They will rebuild the ancient ruins
and restore the places long
devastated;
they will renew the ruined cities
that have been devastated for
generations.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

XX Trip to America XX


I decided to risk a rejection and apply for a visitor's visa to the US. It's worth it to me to try to see Katie get married in July. Cross my fingers, pray to God, I am hoping to be interviewed by someone who will see that I'm no fraud trying to squeeze my way into the pool of "illegal aliens."

So if all goes well, I will be involved with the wedding July 21st-28th, then after that, for about 3 weeks, I'm considering taking a roadtrip across the country starting in CA. I haven't made any decisions regarding my destination points or budget, but my two goals for the trip are to reconnect with old friends and make an art tour out of it. Some states I'm considering are...OR, WA, CA, CO, TX, IL, IN, FL, DC, and NY. So I'll be in touch with some of you to see if I can crash at your place;);)...I'd love to see you!!!

Lots of planning to do...if you're familiar with roadtrip planning, I'd gladly take some wisdom from you!

Chastisement

I'll call him Sam, a student of mine. Last night, while matching antonyms to words from a novel, Sam kept whining that he couldn't concentrate. Finally, I asked him what was on his mind. He was going to be chastised (one of the words we were learning) today in school by his teacher. Apparently, she had asked him a question and because he didn't hear her the first time he turned to his classmate sitting next to him and asked, "뭐래?" (What did she say?). Teacher thought he had failed to use the polite version of the question, and she told him that he would be punished today. The punishment would take form in one of two ways. He would either be asked to join 30 other delinquents in doing one thousand and six hundred squats (bending the knees down and up) or wearing a sunflower in his hair and SKIPPING in and out of all the classrooms. After my laughing fit, I told him that she was probably just threatening him so he would pay attention to her for the rest of the day. But like him, I'm not so sure...these Korean teachers carry bizarre philosophies and methods for classroom control. I'll just have to wait and see if Sam comes into the academy limping or with an orange face from a mixture of yellow sunflowers and red blushing.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

sifting

She met him when cuticles didn't hurt anymore and
the world seemed to her a sifted white
of tasted forgiveness. She forgot meetings like these were alive.

And they connected, to her like the weight
of magnet she hardly recognized with her past. Her chest
beat faster than a heart.
A heart still layered, but her scales of tin dropping,
once twice. Until

he pressed her back with his hands of man, melted,
we became shame of falling hair of night. Repeated.
Then she saw her cries muted inside his neck,
you couldn't hear me, behind sweat
dropping on white, white losing color, as
he moved her like that. STOP.
And he left.

Two days, she talked to him with the voice that was
gathered for her by wood nail and blood,
and he told her he felt like shit and
she, inner thighs, calmed because she heard
an apology, not vague as men before
no, he was sorry, deeply grieved, and

I hurt, forgiving, for this time she knew how to
forgive, quickly. A goodbye I could cup and free.

~

The white is still sifted, and she knows
what is
pure,
cuticles, pulled and bleeding with flesh, cut today and washed for healing,
this time with her back,
standing and waving flags. This, she remembered childhood stories of gowns.

Blood wet then dried, peeled and clean. I will remember new.

Friday, March 09, 2007

I'm a driver again

I just got my Korean driver's license. Public transportation is a beautiful thing here but not so convenient at times.

Back to my crazy driving...

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Koreans, keep your Korean names please.

We have a new group of kindergarteners that I don't have to teach, thank goodness. During their water break, I asked the name of one of the girls. RABBIT, she said. I almost burst out in laughter. But I just said "REALLY?" ... "REALLY?" ... "REALLY?" like four times.

Oh, another boy's name is SONIC.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Another of Katie's

For you

When it all began a while ago
I first noticed the way your hair fell beneath your shoulders
like a mane of white petals
We traveled places together, and shared water
until there was nothing but blood between us

I've loved you in a way that makes no sense
in a way of snow on tree limbs, falling leaves,
changing winds
Your voice will sing many songs left
to stitch the wounds only you know are there
in the world

By Kathryn Tschabold

Katie's words

A best friend of mine, Katie Tschabold, arranges her life and words in ways that pierce my tear sockets. I just spent a good two hours reading and crying over her new creation, "Leaving the Apiary." I'm posting a couple from the selection. I love this woman, I would not be living so fully without her friendship. I miss you, Katie!

A letter

I try to tell her
the space between you and I is tinier
than her fingernails, or the way she closes her eyes
when sun rises through the window on noon's elbows
Tinier, even, than the teeth she waits for,
patiently, night the same as day, another hour to sleep or
wake for food, my breast, amazement

Earthly things are soil and planting the
question of breakfast, long minutes waiting for coffee
my brewer old and sputtered like a drowning fish
And still I think the space between us is nothing

I've made thousands of cups without you
taken steps, closed my front door, waited for
change, a paycheck, clouds to rain
I've seen rainbows and a man's hunched shoulders, praying
women, none as honest as you were to me
when there was nothing between us
but a door

When you visit
flying over Montana, or Oregon,
alone, or with you own baby,
will you hair be longer than now or short and firm,
closer than your arms are to your sides,
or will they be open and will nothing be between us
the space tiny as it always was
like a child

By Kathryn Tschabold

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Time to post some pictures...




at the pusan film festival


passing out christmas presents at the orphanage, Angel House


celebrating the end of winter intensive, some of my students:)

The Mr. Yummy











I meant to post some of these pictures a while back when we had our visit with Yong Jun. I miss him a lot!

Friday, March 02, 2007

I'll be quoting from Madeleine L'Engle a lot...

"Until I tell God what I want, I have no way of knowing whether or not I truly want it. Unless I ask God for something, I do not know whether or not it is something for which I ought to ask, and I cannot add, 'But if this is not your will for me, then your will is what I want, not mine.' The prayers of words cannot be eliminated. And I must pray them daily, whether I feel like praying or not. Otherwise, when God has something to say to me, I will not know how to listen. Until I have worked through self, I will not be enabled to get out of the way."

Madeleine L'Engle, Walking on Water, p. 24.

e. e. cummings...

i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday, this is the brith
day of life and love and wings; and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth
...
now the ears of my ears are awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Weird:

In Reading Class today, I explained the word WEIRD to my students. I told them it meant strange or 이상하다. And completely out of context from the word usage in our novel, a bright 2nd grade girl asked me, "Teacher, I know something that's weird." What's that? "Why Koreans have to learn English but Americans don't have to learn Korean." Yes, that is weird but do you know why it's like that? Another girl raised her hand, "Yes, I know, I know, it's because America's best and biggest country so we have to learn language." Well, that can be true in some ways but there are many many many countries that speak English, not just America. And I told them tidbits about colonization and their role in this world. After my short lecture on the importance of learning the language, I had the 2nd grader reiterate what I had said, "Yes, we are learning English because one day when we big and 어른이 될때 we can travel any country and speak English to them." Exactly! Very good, and you can then have the power to be anything you want to become, go anywhere you want to go, and make a difference. "Yes, Teacher, in 2050 Korea will be the best country in the world so we have to know English." Well, I don't know, that is possible but that may be up to each of you to change Korea and share what we have with other countries. Do you think you can you do that? "Yes, yes!"

Two days ago, in my Junior high class, as I was explaining the "No speaking in Korean Rule" one of my students, the one who wants to be an 'international lawyer and help poor people', said, "It's not fair, Teacher. Why do we have to learn English and Americans don't have to learn Korean?" I gave him a similar speech as I did today about this wierd language phenomena. I also empathized by telling him how much I hated learning Korean when I was little when all the other kids were out playing games. I explained that I wished I had learned more so that I can freely communicate with Koreans. If he only knew why and how language was an essential survival tool... He sort of nodded.

I've been thinking about this on and off throughout my time here. Studying is all that Korean kids seem to have time to do. No time for extra-curricular activities and simply enjoying life with friends and family. When they are free, they play computer games, it seems. After school, they attend academies that are subject-specific, most of them seem to go to two or three of them, leaving them pretty much no time to play. And it begins from grade school. Then after 16 plus years of schooling, they seem to have an incredibly difficult time finding a job in the densely populated nation. Something's a bit wrong with the system if you ask me. So many people believe that studying abroad is the key to a successful life so they send kids alone or maybe with a mother overseas, while the rest of the family remains in Korea to be the bread-winner, causing problems in the family system as well. Everyone seems to have a problem with the system here but I don't know how exactly they are attempting to bring about change. It makes me consider my responsibility.

Sometimes I wonder, will these kids grow up despising the English language that was shoved into them in place of times when they could run, jump, and frolick outside with their friends and family, and as a result, become repulsed by people who speak English as their first language and had the privilege of frolicking freely. Bad situation. I wouldn't be surprised if that really happened. If my childhood pleasures were stolen from me because I had to spend all of my time learning a language that was not taught in an inviting way, I would probably grow up with resentment toward that language and those directly affiliated with the language.

I obviously don't have the power to change all the institutions of Korea but I do believe in what my workplace does. I'm fortunate to have ended up teaching where I teach. My boss seems to understand what's really going on in Korea and her vision is beyond the money-making game of English academies in Korea. There is a long way to go before anyone can claim quality in the English education of this country, but I see some hope. English learning is a necessity as worlds are coming together more fluidly so there's got to be more that we can do to equip these kids...will share more later.

Different People

It's amazing how differently people can think. I met a person that was beyond any eccentricity and social handicap that I have ever directly come across. Well, maybe that's an inaccurate claim but it's close. Here's what happened.

Yesterday, I had a quick 30 minutes to grab dinner before going back to teaching, and I decided to join my parents who were eating with this older single missionary lady. I recognized her face, as I recognize so many faces from my childhood but could never identify with names or even events. Found out she was in England with us when we were living there 18 years ago. Apparently, she seemed to have thought that I was still 7 years old. I couldn't believe what I heard. I didn't know these kinds of people really existed.

Two minutes into the meal, she pointed out the big $10 ring I was wearing on my finger. At first, she simply said that it was a big bling bling, in Korean, of course. She made some comment about realizing how, after seeing my bling bling, there was a feeling of emptiness. First thought, this woman is weird. Second thought, here comes another conversation about my singleness. ugh. But I couldn't correlate the two. How can you assume that my wearing a fatty ring on my right middle finger gives any indication of me not being in a relationship? And singleness equals emptiness, I don't think so. Well, I was wrong about her reference.

Out of nowhere she begins PREACHING to me. THE NERVE. ~you must read the bible every day, if you break it down to reading 10 chapters per day you'll read the bible three times in one year, you need to do that okay? without having God's word in your heart, you'll keep reaching for bling blings to fulfill you and the english language that you use to earn this money is not the same language to speak to God with, you have to ask God to help you to speak in tongues, do you know what speaking in tongues is?~ I nod~ yes, wow, you even know what that is, so do you understand what i mean? ~I just smile politely and slightly nod to indicate that I heard her but I'm sure she's not convinced that I really heard her because she continues~ you must read the bible for about 40 min every day okay? ~ my temperature is rising now, I give her a bigger head BOW rather than a nod, to suggest that I've heard her and I'm done listening, then, rather abruptly, I ask where my dad went, he had just stepped out to get something from the office, I was just trying to change the converation, it didn't work for long~ you have to read the bible everyday or you're going nowhere~ now I'm mad and I don't smile or even acknowledge she's talking to me, I just go right ahead eating my food, reaching for it a bit more aggressively now, I look at my ring and the finger it's on and wish I could flick it at her, and you thought I was an angel, of course, this eggs her on even more, because I'm not getting it, and I'm not answering her directly, just nodding now and then~ that's what i hate the most, she says, when people just nod and don't say anything~ i just laugh a little, minimizing her comment to a joke, not taking her seriously, i know this probably ticks her more, but at this point, that's the intention.

Finally my dad returns and joins in on our conversation. Attempting to save me, and I appreciate what he says, he says that this weekend he learned something new about me as we were moving to my new place...and he explains this to the lady, I know he's trying to change the topic to a more civil and uplifting one rather than her inappropriate shaming. Well, it doesn't work, because she basically downplays what my dad says, by stating that what he said about me does nothing to measures my, uh, what's the word, "goodness", maybe? She mentions a girl who grew up beautifully and bought her parents a home. Clearly, inferring that I had to provide a home for my parents before they can be proud of me. I knew my parents wanted to shut her up the whole time too but obviously they couldn't, I couldn't, so I just got up and said I had to go back to work. I think she felt bad then and said she didn't realize I had to leave so soon. Inside, I just said, well, thank you for the pleasant sermon, I'm glad you had the opportunity to get to know me as a person and I'm glad that I can leave you now. But I just bowed and smiled and left. Man, I was so angry.

The most frustrating part of it all was that I was smiling for most of the time, even as I left, saying nothing. I kept thinking, if I could speak English to this lady, or if we were in a different culture, how would I respond to her? I'm pretty sure I would have had a voice to tell her my opinion. She was obviously quite opinionated in our short 20 minutes, so why couldn't I tell her off? The problem was that my parents were there, they represented SIM, she was much older than I, I'm not fluent enough in Korean to shut her up kindly, etc etc. So I just took it, and left. As I was walking out, I felt horrible because I didn't fight back, but later, I was actually pretty proud of myself for the way I handled it. I didn't yell at her and make a fool of myself or my family. I didn't just sit there completely pretentiously nodding and agreeing to everything she said as if I were a non-person. I clearly showed her in a silent "gracious" way that I was not appreciating her approach toward me, as if I were still a child and presuming I didn't have a growing personal relationship with God. I talked to my mom later that evening and she said that after I left, the lady had realized she came on too strong. She had asked my mom if I was upset enough to never want to see her again. And my mom replied, yes.

In this culture, with my sort of background and status, in front of an older lady firmly set in her ways of life, that was all I could do. But if you ask me, that's still a little warped. There's got to be a better way of handling situations like this. I'm learning.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

A list RE: my life this February.

1. I think I'm reliving my childhood by reading these children's books; literature I never had the capacity to read when I was little. There's a reason why I'm teaching English through lit now, receiving what I missed out on years ago. I love it.

2. My new place is teeny but it's a cozy one. It's been no more than 3 nights, and I feel quite at home. I may have found the secret to feeling at home wherever I live.

3. I have a new TV. A new addiction. Uh-oh.

4. Discipline has been on my mind lately.

5. I was forgetting about men and testosterone until I saw Tom Cruise on TV yesterday. Sssszzzz.

6. I need to think up a sly comment to shut up people who ask me my age and relationship status. I'm halfway to thirty and thriving and SINGLE and there's nothing wrong with me. !!!. The candidness of Korean culture.

7. Thinking about whether or not to have that phone interview with George Fox University. I still may have a foot into clinical psychology. Problem is, I can't really see myself listening to people's dung for the rest of my life. Life goes through phases though.

8. Trying to get into Korean music but I'm not really feeling it. I hate mimics and a lot of what I've heard is bad Korean hiphop/soul/R&B/ballads. I'm hoping to discover something more original and true to modern KOREA, not an imitation of a segment of modern America IN Korea.

9. Thinking about ART and FAITH, its integration. Reading Kandinsky and L'Engle...

10. Saving money. As much as they preach to me about money, reality is, you need it to pursue your dreams that have nothing to do with money. So I chug along, work work work, for now.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Moving Again,

I had a dream last night that I flew back to California over night and showed up at my friends' house. Nobody knew I would do that. And then I was ready to take a picture of all of us together to post on here, to surpirse everyone of my move~ and I woke up.

What's gotten into me?

Well, nevermind the dream, I couldn't do such a spontaneous thing even if I wanted to because there is this US immigration law that I think really stinks. My plan for this summer was to visit the US to be in one of my best friend's wedding and despite all the financial risks that would come with such a trip, I was going to make it happen. But I recently found out that it is very unlikely for me to get a visitor's visa. Reason being, I don't have any points going for me to indicate that I would return to my homeland, Korea, when my visit is over. I guess too many Koreans have misused this "privilege" of going to America on a visitor's visa by overstaying their stay and hiding as "illegal aliens."

So these are the points I would need in order to show INS that I am legit for visiting. All of which, I do not have. I need to be married, committed to someone here so I will return. I need to have legal documentation that shows my history of employment, a minimum of three years, to show that I have a steady job in Korea, to which I would return. I need to be the daughter of an LG or Samsung CEO so that I am loaded with assets for which I would return. I need to buy a house to which I would return. I need to be enrolled in a school here in Korea, but that's unlikely at this point. I think you get the idea. I have nothing for me to show that I would return to this country. AND, if I get rejected once, I would be turned down over and over again for the next seven years. Hm.

That's a dissapointment in the arse but what can you do? Nothing at this point, I don't have the power to change these circumstances.

Despite the typical unstable mid-20's life that I seem to treading, I am beginning to absorb it. Accepting certain things in life is one thing I've struggled with these past couple years. But I'm applying some lessons now.

I'm moving again, to a place half the size of my apt now. This will save me lots of money but to MOVE again?

Last year, I was hoping to settle down in one place because I thought I needed stability, after years and years of moving from one place to another, one country to another, I was tired of shifting relationships. But for some reason, I was given such a life and for some reason it's still the type of life I can't seem to control. Not yet time for me to stay put in one geographical place. I ended up here. And now I move again, and of course, it's no big deal because I'm still at the same job, church, and near my family. So that makes it easier. But I think maybe this simple move is allowing me to go a step deeper in accepting my life as a nomad. At least for this stage of life. Someday I may have my own house, my own family, and a solid thriving career, but not yet. And I accept. That's pretty freeing to say.

I haven't packed or anything yet and I move in 4 days. Good thing is, I don't have to do organized packing and/or storing like I would if I were moving to another land. There's no need to feel overwhelmed and ball when I can't zip up a suitcase. This time I can just dump everything in open boxes and transport them in my dad's car and have my dad help me move. At least I have some of my family near.

Will post pictures of my place before I pack as well as my new home...later.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

It's already February

Okay, it's been a really long while. I guess I don't have too much to say these days. I don't really feel like explaining some of the happenings of the past couple months because it's mostly internal swishing that I'd rather keep to myself. One of these days I'll be ready to say it like it is but for now, I like to store things safely.

But here are some measurable occurances in the past several weeks, ones I want to share with you:
1. thinking, planning, and acting out the path of an artist.
2. trying to knead some of my numbness so i can rise.
3. painting, painting, painting
4. teaching, loving, and yes, hiding. paradoxes, "you gotta love em"
5. one day, I'll keep you posted on the best decision of my life...once some fruit comes of it, for now, I'm learning to appreciate mystery. I hope you can too.

Yeah, this was a wierd one. Don't worry, I'll write more blogs that are down to earth.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas

I wish I had an oven. A grocery store, like an Albertsons maybe, would be nice to have within walking distance in a much more mellow climate than what I have here. Chocolate chips, if they were cheap here, or if I could even find them, I'd buy them. Bagfuls. Bags full. Many bags. (I think I'm losing some of my English being here)

Then I would stay up a couple hours tonight and bake cookies in massive quantities like I did with my best friends in our old crammed apartment last year and the year before. I'd wrap them up nicely in plastic wrap or paperbags, tie em up in ribbon and stuff em in a big bag to take to my students tomorrow.

Merry Christmas!

I guess I could have done all this if I had really thought about it sooner. But the thought of GIVING only came to mind this morning, and it was merely a passing thought at that. Christmas. Four days away.

The days are flying here. Some days I think I'm flying with them. Other days, several feathers get plucked out and I can't keep up. Some days I'm loaded with love to give. And other days, I'm a self-absorbed college graduate, still steaming in the head. Stability is an unknown word for most of my peers, I guess. It's hard to accept sometimes because I'm passionate and I want it now.

But this, I've come to accept. That premature GIVING isn't a solution...

As we think about Christmas...these are my vague ponderings. Very vague, I know. Excuse me.

But Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 15, 2006

I choose how I want to live.

I think I just made the best decision I've ever made in my life so far. I can fly now and be me.

Will fill you in later...

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Stilt Memory

I was describing what stilts were to my 2nd graders yesterday and told them about the ones my ahpa (dad) made for my brother and I when we were little in Nigeria. From what I remember, they were about as tall as we were back then. So they were some big sturdy circus ones:). I hadn't thought about them since KA days and it was nice to remember the massive backyard we played on in Kagoro.

My brother's coming out for his first leave from the ROK army this weekend! I'm excited to see him.