Beneath the surface

Intercultural communication is innate in my life.  Inside of me are Finnish, American and Ecuadorian programmings that live in a mysterious but integrated symbiosis.  Often their impulses go unnoticed by my cultural-identification radar, so intrinsic are they.  But once in a while, like today, I get into a pondering zone, provoked by this entertaining ted talk on the subject by Pellegrino Riccardi.

I was entertained by the speaker's description of queueing in different countries.  Picture a line at the check-out of a store. When a new line opens up, what do the people in line do?  In the UK, the first four people in line stay in line, while the rest move--in the same original order--to the newly opened cash register.  In Norway, it is a free-for-all when a new cash register opens.  It's first come first served. Why do the Norwegians run for it?  Because equality means that everyone has the same chance at it. And equality is a value ingrained in Norwegians.

The same thing actually happens in Finland.  Equality is a core value, and anyone has the chance to go to a newly opened register if they get there first, (although perhaps the Finns would be a bit slower than the Norwegians as they consider whether staying in line is a more effective choice while others run. Staying = quicker = get out faster = get more done = effectiveness, value).  But as I conversed about this idea with my sister, she mentioned the same behavior in Israel. The same thing happens there as in Norway, but it's not because they believe in equality.  Their reason is much more instinctual. It's survival.  In uncertain times and circumstances, you have to look to your own survival, so they will go for it to make sure they get what they need, lest they should be left without.

In Ecuador we had queues, I'm sure.  But I most frequently think back to the lost baggage desk at the airport.  There I was, second in line, when suddenly a surge of other passengers engulfed me, and they didn't queue. They surrounded me and went up to the desk trying to elbow their way to the front to get their lost luggage dealt with.  I was shocked (having just arrived from Finland, where we dutifully queue).  And I began to feel fearful that I would never get my chance to make a claim about my luggage, and I suddenly got the same urge to push to the front. I think the reason behind this Ecuadorian elbow technique might be that they don't trust the system (prone to corruption) to give them a fair chance, so they will fight for their place.

Anyway, ponderings.  Finding the values driving behavior is an interesting exercise in intercultural understanding and communication.  Perceptions change when depth is added.

another kind of wildness

The soul is like a wild animal—tough, resilient, savvy, self-sufficient, and

yet exceedingly shy. If we want to see a wild animal, the last thing we

should do is to go crashing through the woods, shouting for the creature to

come out. But if we are willing to walk quietly into the woods and sit

silently for an hour or two at the base of a tree, the creature we are waiting

for may well emerge, and out of the corner of an eye we will catch a

glimpse of the precious wildness we seek.

-Parker Palmer


Oh that I would have this kind of patience to delight in the slow process of knowing and being known.

Into the Wild

The sister and I made a trip up to the wilds of Lapland through Norway, Sweden and Finland. Although we saw reindeer on a few occasions, mostly we saw mountains and fog, psychedelic lichen, rocks, rivers, tundra, and blueberry bushes turning red.  It is a rugged and sparse landscape, but in some way it is beautiful and touches those parts of the soul that long for wildness and nature without humans.  Although we saw those, too.  And they were curious and wonderful humans, the adventuring kind, obviously.

One of the most beautiful areas was the Lyngen Alps, where we spent one night nestled in a river-filled valley, surrounded by the highest peaks of the area, and watched over by perched glaciers and slopes of golden trees.  The river was amazingly light blue, the unbelievable color you see in storybook pictures, only it was real.

Real also the pain in our feet.  Or the grumps if you don't eat.  But real also the peace and the delight at nature's details.  Below a few snapshots of our time:

Leaving Kilpisjärvi

Sonja and Saana in morning light

I <3 norway="" td="">

let me drink and drink and never thirst again!

Lyngen Alps

Our last campsite

reality check

Magic and dust.
That's what's up.
The beauty of life
tucked into the folds
of ordinary days
like gemstones in
settings of wood.
Full moons and
gold-rimmed clouds
in the midst of
wind and rain.
Moments of joy
and peace in the
midst of questions
and uncertainty.
This is my life, in
its glorious finiteness
and this is my story
in the hands of an
infinite God.

Tolstoy for Business English!

I have the joy of teaching about literature in one of my business classes.  I know, it's not the usual situation for my business English courses, but it is one I enjoy just as much as my student.  We are going through classic short stories (most of which are depressing, actually, but I try to find the more positive ones) by authors such as Pearl Buck, Dorothy Sayers, Haruki Murakami, James Thurber and Ray Bradbury.  Next week we will return to Leo Tolstoy.  I always enjoy our discussions after the stories, because my student likes to philosophize and think about human nature and the world at large.

As I was finishing up preparations for our lesson, the summary of Tolstoy's story "Three Questions" came up in the picture below.  It makes one stop and think about how we live our lives and what is important, what is in our reach.  Live where you're at; bloom where you're planted, and all that jazz.  :)

If you have the time, check out the story: http://www.online-literature.com/tolstoy/2736/.

In pictures...

Coming into St. Peter after 18km hike!

Freiburg crowd at a children's acrobatics performance

Lipstick ladies taking on Baden-Baden

Morning street in Taize

Symbolic. The promise.

Post-vaca

Greetings.  

I am back in Finland after 2.5 weeks of vacation in Germany and France.  The journey contained just enough elements of surprise and adventure to satisfy this lady.  It was so refreshing to be away, to think new thoughts, see new places and have meaningful encounters.  I think I will be mulling over and integrating things into daily life for a while yet.  They may or may not end up in these posts.

I went to a massive conference in Nuremberg, Germany, where 25,000 people from around Europe joined together to ask God for awakening on this continent.  Then I had a week with my best friend Essy in Schwarzwald, hiking, talking, taking in the local atmospheres.  When we split ways, I went south to France, where after unforeseen twists, I spent five days at a monastery/community called Taize before rounding off the trip with a day in Nice with some wonderful Italians.

Discoveries:

Freiburg is a wonderful city, "the sunniest corner of Germany," they say.  Do visit it if you have the chance.  They have water canals by the street where you can dangle your weary feet.  

The Camino reaches all the way to Germany!  As we hiked through the Black Forest, the seashell signs of the Way showed up for part of the trek! :)  

Blablacar--carpooling or ridesharing around Europe.  This is how I got around frequently and saved tons of money.  What a great concept.  You find a ride to the destination you want, sign up, show up, and get to your destination with interesting people.  In my case, a chance to brush up on some French...

I was initiated into the wonderful world of couchsurfing in Steinbach, Germany, where we stayed with a lovely family.  There is something so heartwarming about hospitality and people who welcome strangers.

It is possible to feel at home in a spiritual community whose traditions are not the same as yours. God uses people of other backgrounds and countries to speak to us, encourage us and open us to more of Him.  He truly does lead us when we ask him to, in all details.

Traveling alone is overrated.  Give me the company of a dear friend over solitary explorations of new cities any day!

I am happy to be back, even though it seems that summer temperatures never reached Finland. :) May my ordinary everyday life be fertile ground for the seeds planted and watered on this past holiday journey.

Freiburg Hostel

I stood waiting to pay 50 cents for coffee grounds at the counter of the hostel this morning.  The lady was explaining to two Spanish tourists about which trains to take to get them to their desired lake. 

The man had a stuffed elf securely fitted under his backpack straps.

"What is his name?" I asked in Spanish.

"It cannot be pronounced with human words," he responded.  The stuffed elf just hung there and smiled. "He is a bit shy.  But look, the bottom of his feet are black." 

I'm not sure what you can say to that, but I wished them a good journey.

Essy and I are also headed out in a few minutes.   We are going to spend the day in the forest.  Yesterday we enjoyed city touring, as Freiburg is a gorgeous place, full of life, history, beautiful buildings, students and outdoors stores.  Dangerous places, those stores.

Our conference in Nuremberg ended on Sunday, and we left for Triberg the next day.  Traveling by train is one of the most enjoyable forms of getting from a to b, as you can peer out the windows and watch the scenery change.  The lush forests and rolling hills/mountains around here are delightful.  Suddenly, in a tiny valley, you see red tiled rooftops and cleanly kept homes, and once again you wonder how it is that people have picked such small corners of the world to reside in.

It is also no wonder that the brothers Grimm set their fairytales here.  The imagination can easily be inspired in dark turns and magical encounters in such a forest.

Heroes and Legends

Elisabeth Elliot

All of us have legends and heroes we grow up with.  There are stories of great deeds that get retold so many times they get old or commonplace. In my childhood, there is one story we had to tell over and over again every time a work team came to visit our school.

You see, our school--Nate Saint Memorial School--was named after one of the five missionaries who was speared by a hostile tribe in the jungle while trying to tell them about Jesus.  We sang the song (to the tune of Finlandia!) that the five sang before they went out on their last flight, and so told the visiting Americans the story of how the work in Ecuador got started.  It's a powerful narrative of wanting to share good news with people of a different culture and language.  And it's the story of the power of forgiveness and sacrificial love.  Two of the wives of the men who were killed went back with their children to live among the very people who killed their husbands, to learn their language, to live as they did, and to convey the ultimate message of forgiveness.

One of the wives, Margie Saint, I met on one of those tour groups who came through the school. The other, Elisabeth Elliot, I never met.  But it is her passing away this month that made me stop to think about the role models and legends I grew up with.  I mean, the very reason my family was in Ecuador was because these five men opened the doors to missionary flying in the region and my dad became an MAF pilot.  Everyone around me was there because they felt called to further the good news of Jesus Christ to people who hadn't heard. So not only did I sing about it to visitors, but my childhood in the Amazon jungle area happened because of a message so compelling it had to be shared and lived out.

Is it any wonder that with role models of sacrifice, missions and breaching cultures and languages, I would have had a "save the world" attitude?  There is something noble and deeply moving about giving your life for someone else, for a cause that will outlast you.  The strange reality is, everyday life reminds you of how small you are, and one day your realize that you're not cut out for it.  I can't save Syria from ISIS, or any other region for that matter. It is not my job to save the world.  (Sigh of relief!)

I have not become a cynic after the initial shock at my lack of superpowers.  I have rather noted a deeper strand of living that I must cling to.  In each situation, I can look for what God is doing and choose to join him.  It is a very small thing, but it is very bold.  Half the time I don't get what he's up to, and sometimes I am hard-hearted and insecure. But I think the greatest way that I can offer my life, is to actually let God lead it in both the small and the great things.   To learn to walk with him and hear him.  The joy that comes through that brings a measure of satisfaction that nothing else can.

But let me end with a thought about Elisabeth Elliot, who went on to write many books, become a sought-after speaker and a radio show host.  She was one person, who, with all her giftings, opinions and experiences, was at the disposal of a greater Love, to do as He willed in her life.

Elliot's former radio producer wrote about her show and the people who called in:

"Just as each story was different, each story was also the same. As Elisabeth so often reminded her listeners: Every situation—no matter how dark and distressing—if given to Jesus, can become your gateway to joy. It was true then and is still true today. What matters to you matters infinitely more to him."

Within that statement is good news.  Because we matter to the Eternal God, he did everything possible to bring us to him in true relationship.  He sacrificed first, loved first, gave first. Remembering that He is present in every and any situation changes how we view the mundane things and especially the difficult things.  There's a lot more that could be said, but I just wanted to say I am thankful for the heroes of my faith and of my life.  The aren't perfect by far, but they point to the One who is.

Kymmenen = ten

The beginning of June marks my 10-year anniversary in Finland.  Incredible!  I came here ten years ago for my cousin's wedding, and ended up staying.  I got my Masters, reconnected with family roots and Finnish culture, met incredible people, enjoyed many beautiful dusky summer nights, and dare I say, even became more introverted and less talkative!

The psychology of "staying put" has clearly developed in a more settled direction.

Year 1--please let me leave
Year 2--if I left now, I wouldn't cry over any one
Year 3--hmm, this winter somehow felt easier than the last
Year 4--if I buy ice skates, does that mean I will be here more winters?
Year 5--am I allowed to stay here?  to want to stay here? to see friends' kids grow up?
Year 6--this skiing thing is not so bad
Year 7--take me to my phD in the US? nope.
Year 8--100% here until I get kicked out
Year 9--getting my own place
Year 10--in progress, but feels good

Another thing that is different is that my family is all here: parents and sister.  That starts a new era for us! I have, of course, also changed, deepened.  All for the better.

This country has been the setting of my adulthood, while Ecuador held my childhood.  I can't think of two more different countries in terms of climate, national temperament and society.  But I have a great appreciation for both of them and what they have added to my life. I don't know how I will celebrate the past decade, but I think it would be fitting to do something.  Go have a sauna, or visit the only friend I had when I moved here in 2005.

Here's to the past 10!  Cheers!