I'm sitting on the floor at our prevention unit.
It's training time.
i've been trying to make it out there once a week to be with the training ladies.
they've just finished their second month of training!
we played memory.
i love playing games with the ladies.
you can learn so much.
different personalities and strengths come to the surface so quickly...the one who likes to line things up just so...who dives right in to help...who is a bit bossy...who has a sharp memory...and celebration to...helping one another...celebrating one anothers success.
and then i asked them to draw a dream. a dream that they have for their future. what is something they want. This is a very risky question. (i'll admit, when i first planned to do this i was caught off guard by trying to figure out what i'd draw...and then i had to decide how honest i would be in my drawing). i told them it could be as simple as a new outfit that they wanted...to draw something that they wanted.
to want...to dream...to desire...oh, these are such risky endeavors. after all, much of what we hope for, wish for, dream for, work for is actually out of our control. will we choose to dream anyway? and what about when you risked and dreamed and hoped...and then it all fell apart (cause that's a common story. Even at the prevention unit i hear stories of broken promises, vulnerability, and dreams that didn't work out the way she thought it would).
here are some of the comments i heard while we were doing this activity. they range a broad spectrum. isn't that the way it is?!
"How can i draw my future? All i want is enough money to make sure my family is taken care of. I don't have any hope." (but eventually she drew something)
"My dreaming is finished. I already got everything I wanted. I got married. I have children, and a home. Now, as long as i have enough to eat 2 times a day i'll be happy."
And when it was tea time, and we were called away from our work to pause for tea (oh, the sacred beautiful tea time...where all work stops, stories are told and snacks are shared)...this was the response of one of the ladies...
"not now. we're doing our work. the work of our future. i'm drawing a house."
and as i sat there, playing, laughing, observing, drinking my tea, drawing and watching my friends draw their dreams i thought to myself, "well, i may not be living all my dreams...but i'm certainly living some of them."
not a bad day...not bad at all :)
"
It's training time.
i've been trying to make it out there once a week to be with the training ladies.
they've just finished their second month of training!
we played memory.
i love playing games with the ladies.
you can learn so much.
different personalities and strengths come to the surface so quickly...the one who likes to line things up just so...who dives right in to help...who is a bit bossy...who has a sharp memory...and celebration to...helping one another...celebrating one anothers success.
and then i asked them to draw a dream. a dream that they have for their future. what is something they want. This is a very risky question. (i'll admit, when i first planned to do this i was caught off guard by trying to figure out what i'd draw...and then i had to decide how honest i would be in my drawing). i told them it could be as simple as a new outfit that they wanted...to draw something that they wanted.
to want...to dream...to desire...oh, these are such risky endeavors. after all, much of what we hope for, wish for, dream for, work for is actually out of our control. will we choose to dream anyway? and what about when you risked and dreamed and hoped...and then it all fell apart (cause that's a common story. Even at the prevention unit i hear stories of broken promises, vulnerability, and dreams that didn't work out the way she thought it would).
here are some of the comments i heard while we were doing this activity. they range a broad spectrum. isn't that the way it is?!
"How can i draw my future? All i want is enough money to make sure my family is taken care of. I don't have any hope." (but eventually she drew something)
"My dreaming is finished. I already got everything I wanted. I got married. I have children, and a home. Now, as long as i have enough to eat 2 times a day i'll be happy."
And when it was tea time, and we were called away from our work to pause for tea (oh, the sacred beautiful tea time...where all work stops, stories are told and snacks are shared)...this was the response of one of the ladies...
"not now. we're doing our work. the work of our future. i'm drawing a house."
and as i sat there, playing, laughing, observing, drinking my tea, drawing and watching my friends draw their dreams i thought to myself, "well, i may not be living all my dreams...but i'm certainly living some of them."
not a bad day...not bad at all :)
"
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