Summer!
Here’s a really cute tune that makes me want to wear flowers in my hair, put on a short summery dress and dance on a meadow with the sun in my eyes. :D
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Here’s a really cute tune that makes me want to wear flowers in my hair, put on a short summery dress and dance on a meadow with the sun in my eyes. :D
I’ve had a beautifully calm weekend on my own here in Belize City.
On Friday afternoon, my yoga studio, Om Shanti, had arranged a Himalayan Singing Bowls meditation with Taunya Laya Rivera, a master harmonic meditation practitioner from New York who had brought her bowls to share her good vibes and play for us.
Feeling the vibration from the bowls was a beautifully calming experience, and while I didn’t really meditate but rather listened to the tones (because I’m a sound addict), I went back home super relaxed and fell asleep. On Saturday I decided that I would make it a day where I did nothing at all. And so it progressed. I listened to music, watched a movie, cooked, read and called my grandmother. And in the evening I realized I didn’t have to go to work the next day either, so I drifted off into dreamland listening to ambient tunes and being magically calm.
Today I woke up and made myself a big breakfast and have since been enjoying the Belizean summer rain while working from home. It’s been shifting from beautiful sun to clouds bursting and warm rain cleansing the air. All so soothing, I’m still vibrating beautiful stuff. Thank you Taunya.
This weekend was a fun one. Isn’t it funny how a lot of things always happen on the same weekend while other weekends are completely quiet?
On Friday we hopped into Ilija’s car straight after work and drove all the way to Cayo to the Italian restaurant Casa Sofia where we had pizza, pasta and wine. We ended up spending all of the afternoon and evening there, and officially started celebrating Ilija’s birthday a couple of days too early.
The rest of the weekend offered a chill-out session and party by a friend’s pool on Saturday and Ilija’s official birthday barbecue on Sunday. Fun stuff!
If that Stephen Hawking supported Breakthrough Listen project was any successful, and we realized there’s indeed alien life nearby, would we then finally all get together as one in-group and share the planet if we found out there was something else we could refer to as “them”?
While I’m extremely excited about living in a time when life on other planets might officially be confirmed, and witnessing the reaction of the masses, I’m not certain that we have done a particularly great job here, on our own planet. If other intelligence is as mean as we have been by nature, they will be suspicious – and they will want a war. If the scientists confirm that there indeed are aliens – foil hatters, conspiration theorists and power maniacs will implode. Many won’t be able to imagine an intelligent being with more power than man, or the idea that these beings one day might decide to come over for a friendly talk. People will quote obscure randomness from Nostradamus. Churches will ring their bells. Hollywood will go bananas. I’m imagining mass hysteria and chaos.
But hey, maybe they’re not only more intelligent than we are, but also beyond primitive attitudes of violence, racism and sexism.. and will just alien-giggle at us as if we were lost kittens trying to bite our own tail.
Maybe we could learn something new.
I’m thinking of much needed sensitization campaigns:
“This American kitten was found dying, what this friendly alien did next will leave you in tears”
Cat healed. Happy music. Funny cat video. Alien and cat-owner hug. Humanity survives.
Here’s an example of what celebrating life is all about. A video I made last month trying to summarize the fun we had when Avina was here visiting me in Belize and we spent Christmas and New Year’s Eve in Mexico. A beautiful couple of weeks in the best kind of company – a friend that you can relax and be yourself around, and dive straight into total euphoria with. Ella Eyre was our soundtrack for the trip, joy and spontaneity were our rushes.
Soundtrack: Rudimental – Waiting all night featuring Ella Eyre
See the photo blog posts and stories from the entire trip here:
Avina on CC Island
Christmas on the beach – thank you, Tulum!
Playa del Carmen is for Dancing, and Surprise Cabaret
Cancun Beach Fun
Counting down to 2015, celebrating New Year’s Eve in Mexico
New friends, wine, a boat, and yet another beautiful sunset
Life is a Cabaret – last night in Playa del Carmen
Tulum stories: The Moon is full and life is yours to enjoy, now come – dance and love.
Turtle photobomb in Gran Cenote, Tulum
Day trip to Altun Ha
This was a trip that will stay in my mind as a cherished memory for a long time ahead. Tack älskling!
Dreamcatchers and their master
Tepoztlan, Mexico 2015
Love love love the video for this, and the voices, and the dancing.
HONNE – Warm on a Cold Night
Baby Please EP (2014)
Pharrell just dropped a tune rocking a very important message, an beautiful video, and of course his indisputable super talent in lyrics, vocals and dancing. The voice, the man, freedom!
Pharrell Williams – Freedom
Released 22 July 2015
Hold on to me
Don’t let me go
Who cares what they see?
Who cares what they know?
Your first name is Free
Last name is Dom
We choose to believe
In where we’re fromMan’s red flower
It’s in every living thing
Mind, use your power
Spirit, use your wings
Freedom!Hold on to me
Don’t let me go
Cheetahs need to eat
Run antelope
Your first name is King
Last name is Dom
We choose to believe
In everyoneWhen a baby first breathes
When night sees sunrise
When the whale hides in the sea
When men recognize us
Freedom!
Freedom!
Freedom
Breathe inWe are from heat
Electric wonder
Does it shock you to see
He left us the sun?
Atoms in the air
Organisms in the sea
The sun and, yes, man
Are made of the same things
A story I wrote about an NGO that UNICEF Belize works with in the south of the country has been chosen as the July highlight for the European Year of Development 2015 and translated into 23 languages! I’m very glad that the little country of Belize and the work that this great NGO is doing are getting more exposure internationally.
To read about the lives of young girls in Dangriga and the work of POWA in English or other languages, click here: https://europa.eu/eyd2015/en/european-union/stories/week-29-empowering-one-girl-time-belize
“The men approach us with little suggestions at first. A beer, a lunch for letting them hold our hands or maybe even touch a breast… Then they take out the big guns – they offer to pay your school fees, pay your mother’s rent, take care of the house bills… It’s really not easy to say no when you are in our situation.”
Read the full story, in English, below:
Dangriga looks like the cover of a travel magazine. A tropical paradise in southern Belize, a place to relax under the sun and enjoy the palm trees and turquoise waters. What onlookers may not know is that it is also the district with the highest rates of teenage pregnancies in the country, HIV prevalence higher than anywhere else in Central America, and a place where violence and poverty are an ever-present reality.
A group of teenage girls and women gather in the main room of a small one story building and place their chairs in a ring to prepare for a POWA session. POWA is short for Productive Organization for Women in Action and has been active in Dangriga since 2003.
“Being a woman in this community is not the easiest task,” India, 19, shares. “We are the main targets here and you will often see older men prey on younger and vulnerable girls”
Sitting next to her, Kenima, is only 15 years old but has already been a target. “The men approach us with little suggestions at first. A beer, a lunch for letting them hold our hands or maybe even touch a breast… Then they take out the big guns – they offer to pay your school fees, pay your mother’s rent, take care of the house bills… It’s really not easy to say no when you are in our situation.”
Young girls in Dangriga find themselves lost in a system where they aren’t expected to have ambitions to ever provide for themselves, and where their own mothers feel that they have no other choice than to encourage them to accept these offers to save the family and put food on the table. The high HIV prevalence in Belize confirms this reality, as rates are highest among young girls and old men, many of whom unknowingly keep spreading the virus. Teenage pregnancies are the main reason for school dropouts, and sexual abuse is one of those things everybody knows about but too few dare to report.
Michele Irving, the coordinator for POWA, explains, “We work on the self-esteem of girls, on keeping them in school, teaching them about safety and trying to keep them away from dangers. We target girls at risk and we try to support them with school stipends and giving them practical skills that they can use to secure their own income and become economically independent. All of this to keep them away from falling victims to this horrendous abuse of power.”
POWA’s initiatives have been supported by UNICEF and the European Union since 2006. Under the leadership of Michele Irving, POWA runs after-school programmes for vulnerable children, literacy and school completion programmes for women, an HIV prevention and stigma and discrimination reduction programme, and conducts extensive work on empowerment of women and girls.
“Rather than thinking that you have all the answers to people’s problems, you create a space where people can create trust to transform their own realities,” Michele explains. Sexual abuse is so commonplace that mothers, most of whom have probably gone through the same situations, often choose to not see it. “They will tell you to forget it and never mention it again,” one of the girls whispers.
“But now, when the male teacher in class says something nasty in our ear, or when men try to touch us, we scream, we say no, we report,” Kenima shares with a confident voice. “Nobody can tell me that it is ok.”
Michele continues, “my passion comes from seeing lives transformed. I know I can’t save the world, but I can save one, two, three of these girls and help by making one day at a time better, by giving them the capacities to change their own lives.”
In fact, by changing the girls’ lives, Michele and the POWA programme do much more. They break the law of silence, change the power dynamics and create role models for other girls to follow, allowing them to grow to be concerned, protective and empowered women.
Photo credit: © UNICEF/Belize/2014/Caroline Bach
As some of you know, I spent last week in Mexico City. I needed to go for a doctor’s appointment and going to Sweden was going to be way too expensive, so I drove up to the Mexican border town Chetumal after work on Friday, and hopped on a flight to the capital. Adriana picked me up in the airport and we spent the weekend and next couple of days running errands, going to the doc, hanging out, eating sushi, talking about love, shopping, and watching some Mad Men.
During the second part of my stay, I stayed with Chema and his family, who welcomed me to their house as if I were family. I got lots of hugs and it felt like I had been there two weeks ago, not two years!
As I do whenever I get a chance, I asked for a Peruvian restaurant, and was recommended Astrid y Gastón – the world renowned (No.1 in Latin America in the World’s 50 Best Restaurants in 2013) concept that also has restaurants in Lima, Santiago, Buenos Aires and Bogotá. It was an experience, all the way from the attendance of the staff and the little details “would you like lime, cucumber or pineapple in your water?” to, obviously, the food. I love Peruvian food, and this place definitely delivered. Causas, tiraditos, ceviche. All of it. And free valet parking service. That thing always makes you feel a bit special, no?
I had already gotten my cultural shock of the roughness of this huge city last time, and done all the “musts”, so this visit was a bit calmer and less overwhelming. Traffic and pollution was still quite disastrous to spirit and body, but luckily we escaped the city before I started disliking it again. We made our way to Cocoyoc, a bit outside of the city, where Chema’s family has a summer house close to picturesque towns and with a pool and a proper hang-out lounge. So we watched movies, exchanged tunes, danced around, played air-drums to Dirty Loops, made big breakfasts, hung out in the jacuzzi and explored the surroundings.
We came back to Mexico City late on Sunday evening, and managed to squeeze in a last dinner before everything closed down. We ate at Cluny, a Belle Epoque inspired restaurant just next to Chema’s house in San Angel. I had a salmon tartar, Chema had a pepper steak, we both had good red wine, and we paid less than 40€ for the meal! The prices for quality food in this city are really.. wow. And being able to walk around in San Angel by night wrapped up the stay and my vibe of the city really nicely. I urgently needed all of this.
I flew back to Chetumal early early morning on Monday accompanied by a fresh book by the Mexican writer Angeles Mastretta, and once I got back into my car I realized I wouldn’t be able to drive it back all the way to Belize City. I pulled up by the first workshop I saw and I explained the issue I was having (and have been having for months) and the guys immediately knew what the problem was. (I want to point out that 1. It’s a really common issue that it took the mechanics one minute to guess, and 2. I have previously taken the car to three different workshops here in Belize City and they all said something else and charged me for NOT fixing the real problem. Urgh.. Never again.) I had to spend the night in Chetumal while waiting for the car to get fixed and happily passed out in my hotel at 7pm. Next day I worked from my room in the morning, did some grocery shopping, and was on my way back to Belize in the afternoon, Suz shooting off like she had been given new life, full speed, loud music, and myself singing along with the sun setting behind me. It was a great way to close these 10 days of being away.
I’m back in town, folks. Now enjoy the visual part of this story.