Past the halfway point

or, in other words, I am more done than I am not done. The ratio is tipping in the other direction. Eeeeeeep!

It frightens me at how comfortable I am in this space. It's like all the superfluous things to worry about were bared away and suddenly, all that's left are the important things. The little things that matter. I feel centered. Grounded. Focused. I feel the work I do matters. Once you get a taste of doing work that you care about, there's absolutely no going back.

I'm comfortable here, but sometimes I shake my head and laugh about how physically tolerant I have become: I am immune to the 2km walk to get fruits and veggies and the 1/2km for milk- daily. I'm dehydrated for better part of the day. My farmers tan is out of control. ;) My skin is super dark from running around in the sun all day and some how I'm always either recovering from a sickness or cut or bruised.
Case in point: I had my first hot shower in months this morning. Man, talk about appreciating the little things.... I'm on cloud nine.

My project is going well. I post a lot about my adventures here, but don't really talk about the work I do. So, this might get a little long, but here's what I have been up to work-wise:

Out of the 60 women in the Rural Design school, abt 12 to 15 of them are uber talented and rockstars when it comes down to color, design, composition, quality of work etc. The next step is to help them create portfolios for themselves and start an artists' collective. I want them to have a space that inspires innovation within the medium and watches out to make sure they aren't being exploited by outside markets, like a union. I'm also organizing an exhibition planned for them in the big citay of A'bad. "Contemporary Expressions," playing off of their innovations on a traditional craft.
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So here's the cool thing about this year: I am not 100% decided on which direction to go in after this year (yeah, still), but the longer I am out here, the less I freak out about it. I'm helping the women found a artist collective. Teaching at the grade school (when the teachers don't come.) Running a kindergarten in the neighboring village. Mediating intra-village and inter-village politics. Helping build community within and between economic classes, genders, religions. Painting road signs. Breaking concrete. Building a community space (complete with getting the supplies- cement bags, wooden pillars, cement blocks.) Helping women create portfolios. Empowering them through example, through taking risks with their work, through not settling for anything. Marketing art. Monitoring women's health in the area. Organizing competitions, exhibitions, music performances. Trying to counter the negative long term effects of the relief efforts of four years ago. Doing it all in a language I am still learning.
Some of the projects I'll be working on in the next few months: Painting murals with the women on the sides of the buildings. Writing brochures about the Rural design school portfolios. Editing a collective book. Putting together a coffee table book on the rural design school. Creating my own portfolio. Designing a set of postcards. Creating a promotional video.
Where August will find me is still vague; the grayest of gray areas.... but the experiences I'm putting all up under my belt make me feel like I'll be ready for whatever comes my way.
It's a great feeling.

Summer is rollin in. It is hotter than hot. And this is only the beginning. But summer also marks the beginning of the mango season. This is the legend I have only heard about- a whole season devoted to mangos. Pretty excited.

Man, I hate links.
I hope this one works.

Missing the people at home a lot today. Notes to pass along:
Mom, you owe me a letter and copies of those jewelry designs.
Vim/Vish, come during the third week of July. :)
Ang, happy bday Oldie McPhereson.

A huge tackle hug to everyone else. Huge. And someone do some handstands in my name; I can't do them here. :)