Nicaragua – Politics and Peace

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After Somoza, before Ortega

In my last post I mentioned the simmering border problems between Costa Rica and Nicaragua involving the Rio San Juan border. After six months of conflict the OAS (Organization of American States) has just made a ruling that allows both countries to claim victory. Our new Costa Rican president, Laura Chinchilla, wore white in honor of the peaceful settlement. Even Daniel Ortega agreed with the ruling to refrain from actions that aggravate the conflict. Nicaraguan troops were ordered to disperse, which they did, setting an international precedent that countries that choose not to have a military (Costa Rica) will have their sovereign rights upheld by international diplomatic bodies.

Although negotiations aren’t over, both countries have agreed to sit at the table and engage in bilateral discussions to solve their continued differences. I agree wholeheartedly with Chinchilla’s statement, “Today is a day of jubilation. Our country has won a….victory thanks to our best weapons…of peace, international rights and a multilateral system.” This is a powerful message that was trumpeted around the world, but barely heard. Two countries solved conflict using a peaceful diplomatic dialogue instead of killing each other in the process. It can be done, if only the rest of the world would listen and act accordingly.

Continuing in a political, but more historical vein, our El Porvenir volunteer orientation was handled by Anita Setright, long term expatriate, totally bilingual, university history professor. Dreading a replay of last year’s tedious 12 hour orientation meeting, I’m pleasantly surprised by the historical and very personal view she gives us of Nicaragua.

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Daniel Ortega's World

Anita originally entered Nicaragua in the 1980’s as a young college student with Witness for Peace, a politically independent grassroots organization committed to non-violence and still in existence today. During the Sandanista/Contra wars she became an ambulance driver, collecting and delivering dead and injured soldiers on the killing fields. Barely more than a teenager, she met a young Nika soldier and fell in love, both young and idealistic. They eventually married, had two children, adopted two more, and she has lived in the country over a quarter of a century. She admitted to being so young during this traumatic time that both she and her husband “were all messed up”.

He was fourteen when he was caught passing out Sandanista pamphlets, and a price was put on his head as being a threat to the dictator Somoza’s government. He headed for the hills, was given a gun and a quick course in guerrilla warfare. Though he survived he didn’t see his parents again for five years. What kind of life was that for an adolescent when he should have been with family, going to dances, having girlfriends, going to school? They became adults by defaut and they both survived as did their marriage and their love for each other.

After a quick rundown of the changes of power and the revolution from Somoza to the present, we are given our assignments and schedule for the week with warnings. Although the government of Nicaragua says that it is the second safest country in Central and South America, don’t go out alone or at night. Although we will be in the bread basket of the country, don’t eat fresh fruits and vegetables. Don’t drink the water. This country is a mass of contradictions.

We end the day with a view of Managua; a tour that emphasizes destruction, first from the devastating earthquake of 1972, and second from the continuous wars and abject poverty of the Nicaraguan people.

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New Cathedral in Managua

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Next time – a totally different life in the “campo” of Casas Viejas.

“The Arrival not the Journey Matters.”

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The changing face of Nicaragua

Bob and I are on our second trip to Nicaragua, this time to contradict T.S. Eliot’s quote, “The journey not the arrival matters.” We are building three latrines and a hand washing station at the primary (and only) school in the little pueblo of Casas Viejas.  Our first trip to Nicaragua was a joint venture with Water for People and El Porvenir. On our second trip Bob and I are going it alone with El Porvenir. Since our Costa Rica life borders on Nicaragua and the hotly contested Rio San Juan, we’re a bit anxious, but mostly excited to help our El Porvenir neighboring villages with their basic needs.

My partner, Bob Burnett, has come up with a great way to help those in need and have a wonderful vacation tour at the same time. Here’s his letter about our trip appearing in the Tico/Nica Times this week.

Dear Tico Times:

Nicaragua is the large, mysterious country that lurks across Costa Rica’s northern boundary from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The Río San Juan currently divides the two nations. I wanted to learn more about Nicaragua by seeing it from the inside.

For $1,020, not including travel to Managua, I found a ten-day, all-inclusive tour to a rustic village called Casas Viejas in Matagalpa, about two hours north of Managua.  Included were all meals, mostly home-cooked, an interpreter, guides and transport. The package also included a night at Selva Negra Resort, which features a German menu; tours of Managua, Grenada, Masaya, Matagalpa, Dario; three nights in Managua; and the chance to work.

El Porvenir sponsors tours that let people like us expats in Costa Rica, and others, express our feelings toward helping out our neighbors in need. My group of four volunteers helped villagers install a waterline, a basin sink and three latrines at the elementary school in Casas Viejas.

When the work was finished, residents threw us a fiesta, with speeches, music, dancing, poetry and a stuffed  piñata.  It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Their homes of adobe, wood and brick reminded me of homes that Costa Rican campesinos used 30 years ago.

Catelina and Marcos from El Porvenir shepherded us through the whole trip, from pickup to departure, to make sure we were safe and comfortable.

Accommodations are basic, but we always had hot water and air conditioning at night.  Work was hard, hot and dusty. I carried Hemingway’s “The Green Hills of Africa” with me, and the Matagalpan landscape looked just like his descriptions of east Africa.

A tour like mine, with its many options, can satisfy people who like a taste of the “hardy life” and might be curious to know more about our northern neighbor.

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Sitting on the porch Of Chepita (our cook in Casas Viejas) and Jose’s (our village crew chief for the project) house, we hatch our dream of starting a little tourist retreat while eating wonderful typical food and enjoying the cool breezes and gorgeous view of the valley below. From left Catalina- our guide, driver and cook, Jill-volunteer, Marlon our El P leader, Connie-volunteer, Chepita-cook, daughter, Jose-village chief, front Bob-volunteer

Next post – The vision materializes.

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Bob and Jill in Managua

My Head’s Aswirl

p32802932-150x150-8136536Writing is really hard for me. I’m undisciplined, lazy, easily distracted, have a bad memory and too many other interests. Now that my novella (it’s not long enough to be a novel) is finished. I’ve already got a publisher, A Cappela Publishing, a beautiful cover and my book is ready to print, but I find that the PR, mostly on the internet, is much harder than writing.

I’ve lost control. The online world is too much with me. All I want to do is go outside,  smell the flowers, walk the woods. But no – I must sit down at the dread computer to the point of backache and hone in on the world of technology. If it wasn’t for my son Ray, his vast knowledge of the internet and his constant help, I’d quit. Check out his 15 year and running, No. 1  U of Florida college sports website gatorcountry.com. So here’s what’s looming:

  • Website – Got my domain freetobloombook.com, but don’t go there yet. My son has just started working on it. It should be up in February.
  • Facebook Page – Okay, I can do this. Step 1 – I name it – FreeToBloom. Wow, it shows up. Step 2 – I try adding the photo of my bloom the way I learned on FB exporter. Doesn’t work. I look up the jpg number, which takes a lot longer, and there it is. Magic. Step 3 – I try to invite all my friends to the site. I click all friends. Nothing. I click send invitations. Nothing. I do this several times. Shit. In frustration I chat help! to my son, and make him administrator on the site. Before he gets back to me I go to FB and a bunch of people like my new page. Huh? How did they get there? Step 4-6 later.
  • Twitter – Can’t even go there yet. Been dragging a Twitter how to book (comforting) back and forth from Florida to Costa Rica and haven’t yet read a page.
  • Amazon – OMG a universe of new information. Beware what categories you place your book in. One could make it a best seller, another relegate it to oblivion.
  • Print books – POD (print on demand) or regular.
  • Ebooks – as print books become obsolete ebooks with all their frills move in. First you need a good formatter, one that knows Kindle, Smashwords, Nook, etc.. formats. I found one, Rob Siders at 52novels.com, through Joe Konrath’s A Newbie’s Guide to Publishing and his website jakonrath.com.
  • Radio interviews – My first was on EZ Rock Radio with Sue on Love and Lipstick
  • Reviews – You need reviews. To get them you must write reviews, TV spots, youtube.
  • If you print – book signings, readings, women’s club meetings.

Yikes. Enough for today.

Free to Bloom – An Adventure in Publishing

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From bud to bloom to fruition

After a long hiatus finishing my first book, Free To Bloom, a series of inter-connected short stories, I return to announce its imminent publishing. (The website is named, but not finished.) It’s a work of fiction, but it all started with real people, places and events that have been molded by memory, changed by time and altered by necessity, like tearing a memoir into confetti then throwing it into the air to let it settle into a totally new pattern. It’s a story of taking risks in life, finding independence, seeking adventure, experiencing sorrow and joy, all mixed up with intimate personal observations. In short, it’s me.

Nope, it’s still not out, but after the writing comes all the nuts and bolts of publishing: public relations, internet exposure, ebook, placement on Amazon, getting reviews, etc… So many books and blogs concern the actual process of creating and writing a book, which one does mostly alone. I thought it might be helpful for others to describe and explain the next steps, especially when there’s no big publishing house doing everything for you, and no advance to help you through quickly accumulating costs.

I do have an editor, Patricka Vaughn and her small publishing house, A Cappela Publishing, Inc. directing me through the process and without her prodding and inspiration Free to Bloom, the book I’ve been thinking about writing through years and years of dabbling with short stories, newsletters, magazine articles, would never have been  ‘free to bloom’, or even more appropriately, free to be born. The birthing of a child is hard enough, but then the real work begins, raising that child to maturity. So keep in touch and I’ll fill you in on all the agony and ecstasy in getting my book to print and ultimately to the readers – hopefully thousands of them.

Yeas and Nays of Facebook

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Nowadays
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Olden Days

Just got a message on Facebook from a long lost close friend of the family that I haven’t seen since she was a little girl.  Looking at the photos on her profile page brought back some wonderful old memories, tears to my eyes and a promise to reconnect.. I’ve found many old classmates, friends and family members through Facebook that I otherwise would probably never hear from again. I can see how quickly everyone’s getting old in the photo albums, babies and elders alike. Just like the trees I planted around my house a few years ago, they are already giants needing to be trimmed off the roof.

On the other hand a computer challenged friend called me from afar:

  • Hi Jill, are you okay?
  • Hi, I’m fine. Why?
  • Well my son told me about a Facebook message he got from you that had me worried.
  • I didn’t send him a message. What’d it say?
  • It said, ‘I’m currently making some changes in my life. If you don’t hear from me you might be one of them.’ Are you getting married or something? Did we hurt your feelings? Are you divorcing us?
  • LOL. OMG, I do remember seeing that comment by a smart-ass friend of mine, laughing, and hitting the “like” button.

I’ve been feeling pretty computer savvy, but something like this knocks me back down a few notches. I didn’t know that hitting the “like” button would broadcast that saying as mine. First it pisses me off, especially when I try to delete it and I can’t figure out how. Then it scares me. I thought I’d punched all the buttons to make my site safe from all kinds of predators. I don’t play those games or join causes that, when you sign up, say you must give permission to divulge all your basic personal information including your email address, but I obviously don’t know enough.Of course I rely on my techie son for the difficult stuff, but I’m not going to bother him for this piddly thing.

I bother him anyway. He says my email address is available to everyone on Facebook. He’s on it, so I guess he doesn’t mind. But he also says that any good hacker can get almost anything they want from social websites, hard drives, or anywhere. In fact anything I delete from my computer is really not gone. Shit.

But here I am, still rambling on my blog for anyone to read and wishing more people would. Life is such a contradiction. Next I must get another website to sell my book that’s almost done. The writing’s hard enough, but the PR’s going to be much worse. I’ve never been a sales person and then to have to do it on line is not something I’m looking forward to. I have little discipline and get bored easily. I like to call myself a Sagittarian Renaissance woman. In business world terms, a Generalist. Hooray for Specialists to fill in the gaps.

Of Burning Books and Whirled Peace

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Peace on the Santa Fe R.

I’m off to Gainesville, FL this weekend for a long planned kayak trip with family and friends on the Santa Fe River. I’m thanking my stars I’ll be on the peaceful river on Saturday the ninth anniversary of the terrorist bombing in NYC, because if I was in town I’d be tempted to put myself in danger to attend the protest rallies against the Quran burning at the 50-member evangelical Dove World Outreach. Its Reverend (?) Terry Jones has created a tornado spinning round the world with his plan to burn the holy books of Islam as examples of terrorism and the devil. Already the news has taken the Muslim world by storm with counter burnings of the American flag and the effigies of Pres. Obama and Pastor Jones that fuel the possibility of inciting more terrorist attacks.

Even the pleadings of Gen. Petraeus and the denunciations of high US government officials, including Sec. of State Hillary Clinton have done nothing to deter Jones’ resolve. Okay, at least I can attend the counter protest, joining all the other religious and secular leaders, media, and the public together for a “Gathering for Peace” on Friday night, which has received little publicity in comparison to the Quran-burning spawned by Jones.

Here comes a news flash. Terry Jones must be getting intimidated. He’s had a meeting with the local Imam and makes an announcement cancelling the Quran bonfire after getting a promise that the planned mosque in NYC will be moved away from the “ground zero” neighborhood. What? This is hard to believe.

I keep the news on as I write. The twisting tornado of the media blitz continues. Another flash –  Jones gets a call from Robert Gates, the Sec. of Defense, asking him to back down in interest of stopping the violence already started in the Muslim world. Flash. Now Jones says the Imam lied to him, and he’s changing the cancellation to a suspension! I can’t keep up and go to bed. Dreams of war and pestilence infect my mind.

Friday morning. With coffee in hand I turn on the news before I leave for Gainesville. Lo and behold, twisted pastor Jones is on network TV announcing his planned meeting with the NYC Muslims. If they agree to move the mosque he will return his suspension of the Quran bonfire to a cancellation. What kind of messages is Jones’ God giving him? What kind of cat and mouse game is the world playing? I can’t wait to float down the quiet Santa Fe R. meditating on the image of world peace and tolerance. I hope that when I return the tornado of hatred and ignorance hasn’t grown into a monster of a new terrorism.p8100064-300x225-5073835

Outrageous Florida Primary Election

After way too long, it’s finally time for me to pull up my blog, dust it off and rant. I’m outraged at the Florida primary election results. A virtually unknown billionaire candidate, Rick Scott, using all his own $50 million, has become the Republican Party’s nominee for Florida’s governor. This Johnny-come lately has saturated the media, especially TV ads, with aggressiveness and negativity making the Republican primary the most vicious in history. I’m sure he’s already gathering all the negative publicity he can find against his next opponent, Alex Sink. I hope she’s rich and strong enough to fight him off. But he was not alone using personal wealth to brutalize his opponents. Jeff Greene’s campaign failed because of considerably more personal baggage. Almost all of the candidates from all the parties have used negative ads in their campaigns. Is this now inevitable?

Is this then the future of politics in Florida and the nation – back-stabbing, personal attacks, nastiness, hate mail, litanies of negative allegations, and all financed by personal billions? Isn’t it time for election reform – equality and limits on campaign financing, a return to non-partisan politics and truth? What happened to the concept of campaigning in a positive manner for social and political change?

In Tom Lyons’ column in the Sarasota Herald Tribune, one man stated, “It’s just a matter of who you want to pick your pocket.” It wasn’t just the rain and a mid-term primary election that resulted in a very low voter turnout. Voters are sick of the lack of good honest candidates.

On a closing note, I’m very excited to soon be publishing my first book, tentatively titled Living on a Fault Line – a series of short stories about taking risks. Keep posted for more information.