Our lives, our cultures, are composed of many overlapping stories. Novelist Chimamanda Adichie tells the story of how she found her authentic cultural voice — and warns that if we hear only a single story about another person or country, we risk a critical misunderstanding.
Chimamanda Adichie - The Danger of a Single Story.
Our lives, our cultures, are composed of many overlapping stories. Novelist Chimamanda Adichie tells the story of how she found her authentic cultural voice — and warns that if we hear only a single story about another person or country, we risk a critical misunderstanding.
Thankful ...
To travel is to see the world, and to meet its inhabitants, to find acceptance there in their hospitality, and to find in complete strangers, a family we didn’t know we had.
David duChemin, Photographer & wise man too.
I was compelled to lift these words from the story David told over at Maptia. I'm listening to Zaz sing Historia De Un Amor en vivo as I write this.
I'm loving the internet for allowing me to know of David's writing and photograpy, for allowing me to listen to Zaz and her magical music ... but most especially for allowing me to watch Christmas unfold back home in New Zealand, 12 hours ahead of us here in Belgium, via friends and family I won't be seeing this year.
On Facebook I wrote, 7am on 25 December in New Zealand, 7pm on 24 December here in Belgium. Summer back home, winter here ... sometimes the split in my reality is clear.
The foto, taken by Jurjana Pavlinovic-Timmermans, after our Christmas Eve catch-up in the city. Thanks for the conversations, and for the laughter, Jurjana :-)
Thankful ...
To travel is to see the world, and to meet its inhabitants, to find acceptance there in their hospitality, and to find in complete strangers, a family we didn’t know we had.
David duChemin, Photographer & wise man too.
I was compelled to lift these words from the story David told over at Maptia. I'm listening to Zaz sing Historia De Un Amor en vivo as I write this.
I'm loving the internet for allowing me to know of David's writing and photograpy, for allowing me to listen to Zaz and her magical music ... but most especially for allowing me to watch Christmas unfold back home in New Zealand, 12 hours ahead of us here in Belgium, via friends and family I won't be seeing this year.
On Facebook I wrote, 7am on 25 December in New Zealand, 7pm on 24 December here in Belgium. Summer back home, winter here ... sometimes the split in my reality is clear.
The foto, taken by Jurjana Pavlinovic-Timmermans, after our Christmas Eve catch-up in the city. Thanks for the conversations, and for the laughter, Jurjana :-)
Christmas ... as experienced by Antipodeans
I love this song, it makes me all teary every year when I'm missing home like hell because a northern hemisphere Christmas can only ever be a rotten-Dunedin-weather-kind-of-Christmas.
I grew up near Dunedin, on the east coast of the lower South Island - situated around 40 degrees south in latitude. We had some appalling weather some of our Christmas days.
Anyway, Tim Minchin is an Australian living in London and he wrote this song for his baby daughter. It started out amusing then startled me as he simply captured what Christmas is like in the lands downunder. My mum loved her white wine in the sun. Socks, jocks and chocolates was all Dad ever wanted for Christmas. Later it became about golf tees and golfballs.
There's so much fuss about religion this Christmas but for me, it's simply about family and spending time with people you love. Red wine in the sun would be quite fine with me, back home with my brothers and sister, my Dad and my nieces. But this year ... we are 5 here in Belgium, and that's okay too.
Anyway, a little bit of Tim ...
Christmas ... as experienced by Antipodeans
I love this song, it makes me all teary every year when I'm missing home like hell because a northern hemisphere Christmas can only ever be a rotten-Dunedin-weather-kind-of-Christmas.
I grew up near Dunedin, on the east coast of the lower South Island - situated around 40 degrees south in latitude. We had some appalling weather some of our Christmas days.
Anyway, Tim Minchin is an Australian living in London and he wrote this song for his baby daughter. It started out amusing then startled me as he simply captured what Christmas is like in the lands downunder. My mum loved her white wine in the sun. Socks, jocks and chocolates was all Dad ever wanted for Christmas. Later it became about golf tees and golfballs.
There's so much fuss about religion this Christmas but for me, it's simply about family and spending time with people you love. Red wine in the sun would be quite fine with me, back home with my brothers and sister, my Dad and my nieces. But this year ... we are 5 here in Belgium, and that's okay too.
Anyway, a little bit of Tim ...