i have been in shanghai nearly three weeks now.
someone told me the first month is the hardest. the level of adjustment, the pace of life, the pollution, the cultural differences, where my place is within all of this....
i think thats what i am experiencing
and i have a 37.9 degree fever which doesnt help.
my immune system is down because i'm stressed. amazing how our body reads and reflects our thoughts...
the flat hunting has been a nightmare in all honesty. i have seen around 30 places, and found one brilliant place exactly what i was looking for (apart from being a bit too expensive) but it fell through because of a dodgy real estate agent, using a lot of the old guilt tricks in getting me to sign up for a longer lease and paying more...i wasn't expecting to hit the 'i've had enough' feeling so soon. but its lingering. i think its because i feel in limbo. and the way you can get treated by some agents is pretty ruthless. its all about money. i didnt realise it would be so full on like that but they wheel and deal with you when it comes to signing a lease. its all about negotiating over here and you never know if you are getting the right price or totally being ripped off...
i guess im shedding skin in a way.
the gentle, timid at times, indecisive and sometimes unsure chantelle doesnt work over . i have to let her go. perhaps thats also what im mourning.
i dont have a nest yet to get my activities, my ruhi, my devotions kicking, im staying with the new teachers from my international school out at sun island resort which is two hours out of shanghai, i feel cut off, like i'm wasting time, and that my energy is dropping...
probably being bit too harsh on myself, but i had it in my mind that i would have found a place by now, im here to serve the Faith and yet I feel stuck. perhaps its just part of the welcome package to pioneering! detachment. trust.
tests are good for us, we know that. but its funny, cos when you are inside one of them, it does feel a bit like a vortex, a bit black and endless and hard to see the end or the point, and you just want to give up...
gotta prayer more, that's what will show me the way forward. right now, i feel like i am going in circles.
started week one of being a drama specialist teacher. so wierd. i dont feel like a teacher. i never have been a teacher. never trained as one. just an actor from toi...haha and here i am all of a sudden i have a desk, a drama studio, and next week, classes of 6,7,8,9 year olds to teach....part of a singaporean school system which is rigid and very academic, and i dont know whether to sink or swim...
i go to macau tomorrow for the bahai pioneering conference. that will help put things into perspective. it has been getting a bit foggy the last few weeks.
did have the most beautiful roof top devotions the other night. some chinese study circle participants came along, and we sang God is sufficient unto me, in mandarin, I pretended to know what i was doing...haha
then one of the girls turned to me afterwards, the full moon beaming down onto the red tile rooftops next to us "when you sang, I really felt it in my heart"
i nearly burst into tears. they are such beautiful souls!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
shanghaied chantelle
well. where to begin. so much has happend since i landed on monday straight into the urban jungle that is Shanghai. i didnt expect it to be this crazy. in fact i dont know what i was expecting. i basically was taking a mad plunge into the dark by coming here, but its fight or flight time, really. the first thing that struck me was my utter lack of communication skills. i am deaf, blind, and mute here, and people don't really speak that much english, even if it was a big city. in my head i had it that it would be a lot easier to communicate, but i had NO idea. even asking for gum at the airport was impossible, it just struck me how absolutely un prepared i am for this in terms of language...lesson number one.
and then the taxi ride.
i thought israel was bad in terms of driving but here, its something else. lanes, red lights, doesnt mean anything, people EVERYWHERE on bikes, peddling a massive mound of rubbish, or building goods, or children clinging onto their mothers as they scooter pass...amazing sites. the skyscapers being built everywhere you look. construction sites. dirt. cranes. people. bikes. horns beeping. but in this chaos there is this happiness. a contentment. deep in the eyes of the people. its a peaceful chaos. going from cosy wellington where your sense of personal space is so vast, to a sea of black heads in the peoples square metro of shanghai, wow, i am totally out of my comfort zone. but thats great. i didnt come here for the lifestyle, thats for sure, i came here because i believe Baha'u'llah guided me here. and i have to keep reminding myself of that each day. under my breath, in the subway, 'allah'u'abha', being pushed like sardines in a can, being stared at on the streets by old men in their pj's, looking for apartments and finding that either i share the kitchen and bathroom with the entire building, or the kitchen and bathtub are in the same room, or there is no front door on the third level...i am looking at lane houses.
these are the typical shanghainese style 1930's brick buildings, typically three stories high, a family per storey. washing out your window....its incredible the difference in culture. in the west the kitchen is so much the center of the house. here, its outside the house, in the hallway, and typically no fridge, just a stove top and a wok, and no oven either, or in one place i saw they put a shower cubicle around it in the living room so the smell wouldn't go into the rest of the house, so interesting.
i guess here the locals will buy their food on the day and cook it then and there, no place for midnight snacks out of the fridge like we have back home... hehe. of course this is taking it to an extreme and there are a lot of apartments and brand new places that are just like the apartments back home, but since arriving here i have been fascinated by the local culture, how they live, the history, the untold suffering they have been through, and really the lane house culture of shanghai epitomises that. its pretty filthy though. some of the flats i have seen i cannot believe the landlord is standing in front of me with a smile on his face, with a toilet and bath thats green with grime...'ahh auckland...nz...beautiful..paradise' one landlord said to me, i wanted to burst into tears in that moment as i thought about it...yes, yes it really is, compared to this.... but deep breathe in (well not too deep cos it stinks!!)
i love the lanehouses though, despite the dirt...they still retain that community feel that gets lost in the skyscraper urban mess thats taking over the rest of shanghai...but i dont know if i want to share my kitchen or my bathroom with a whole neighbourhood...is that too 'western' of me? its hard to know your limits sometimes...what is just cultural habit, what you can adapt to, what you can't...for now its my own bathroom, kitchen, and a front door.....how very western of me....oh well....little steps.....
basically the only taste of the real china you get here in shanghai is strolling through the old lanes. otherwise its modern sky-scraper city...and perhaps i may choose to live in one of those even though i despise them...they look like giant size reminders of the west and its commercialism now reaching for the sky because the earth is not enough....
anyway enough venting!!
its been a real lesson even at day 5, in learning to let go. i mean, we already know we have no control of things. we read that in the writings each day. but there is this sense of orderliness and structure that i guess you just expect and that gives rise to a sense of control...even if its not real...but here you REALLY sense that chaos that comes out of control or lack of or whatever it is.....
although in saying that there is this huge control of people, even in the subway, the guard blows his whistle to move the hundreds of people down to the next landing to get onboard the metro and people do as they are told straight away, no sniggers, no side remarks, you wouldnt get that in london people would get lippy...but anyway....back to my other thought.. each day that i have been here i learn to let go just a little bit more. because here, so far i have noticed and been told, nothing works out the way you want it. thats pretty common through-out life i guess. but here, its on a different level...a friend described china as an 'enigma', its so complex. it is a mystery. it really is. layers upon layers of complexity, of cultural habits that i have absolutely no clue about. but its all learning. and i cannot judge them according to my 'western' standards because non is better than the other. its a different value system. and i am here to learn as much as i can from their culture and not try to force mine at all.
even little things, i had no idea about, like receiving a business card with two hands, otherwise its offensive, its the details within the details....
i do feel like a fish out of water. but its good. when i read my prayers and readings they take on a whole new layer of meaning 'clinging to the cord..' yep. i really am clinging. there is nothing else to hold on to. 'homeless wanderer' yep. certainly am that.
homelessness. Abdul-Baha talks about how homelessness as a blessing..
"O ye homeless wanderers in the Path of God! Prosperity, contentment, and freedom, however much desired and conducive to the gladness of the human heart, can in no wise compare with the trials of homelessness and adversity in the pathway of God; for such exile and banishment are blessed by the divine favour, and are surely followed by the mercy of Providence. The joy of tranquility in one's home, and the sweetness of freedom from all cares shall pass away, whilst the blessing of homelessness shall endure forever, and its far-reaching results shall be made manifest.' -
Abdul-Baha, SWA, p. 280.
not to say that what i am going through is utter exile and banishment. but in someways it does feel like it. that loneliness that accompanies not having anything familiar near you, not knowing what people are saying, or what the sign says, or just having a close friend near by to chat to, that kinda loneliness sweeps in from time to time.
but deep down i am happy. because i feel tested. i feel like by being here in Shanghai my capacity is being tested. after the utter tranquility and peace of guiding at the Holy Shrines for 18months to the noisy jungle of one of the world's biggest cities bursting onto the global scene....its quite the change. but this is what i prayed for...so i have to trust. let go of expectations...and have faith. that is the ultimate test
it is a great time to be in China. watching the opening ceremony last night with some locals, cheering so loud, so proud of this moment, China, finally, arms wide open to the World, leading the way, opening its gates...
one world, one dream....
hehe, how much more Baha'i could you get???
and then the taxi ride.
i thought israel was bad in terms of driving but here, its something else. lanes, red lights, doesnt mean anything, people EVERYWHERE on bikes, peddling a massive mound of rubbish, or building goods, or children clinging onto their mothers as they scooter pass...amazing sites. the skyscapers being built everywhere you look. construction sites. dirt. cranes. people. bikes. horns beeping. but in this chaos there is this happiness. a contentment. deep in the eyes of the people. its a peaceful chaos. going from cosy wellington where your sense of personal space is so vast, to a sea of black heads in the peoples square metro of shanghai, wow, i am totally out of my comfort zone. but thats great. i didnt come here for the lifestyle, thats for sure, i came here because i believe Baha'u'llah guided me here. and i have to keep reminding myself of that each day. under my breath, in the subway, 'allah'u'abha', being pushed like sardines in a can, being stared at on the streets by old men in their pj's, looking for apartments and finding that either i share the kitchen and bathroom with the entire building, or the kitchen and bathtub are in the same room, or there is no front door on the third level...i am looking at lane houses.
these are the typical shanghainese style 1930's brick buildings, typically three stories high, a family per storey. washing out your window....its incredible the difference in culture. in the west the kitchen is so much the center of the house. here, its outside the house, in the hallway, and typically no fridge, just a stove top and a wok, and no oven either, or in one place i saw they put a shower cubicle around it in the living room so the smell wouldn't go into the rest of the house, so interesting.
i guess here the locals will buy their food on the day and cook it then and there, no place for midnight snacks out of the fridge like we have back home... hehe. of course this is taking it to an extreme and there are a lot of apartments and brand new places that are just like the apartments back home, but since arriving here i have been fascinated by the local culture, how they live, the history, the untold suffering they have been through, and really the lane house culture of shanghai epitomises that. its pretty filthy though. some of the flats i have seen i cannot believe the landlord is standing in front of me with a smile on his face, with a toilet and bath thats green with grime...'ahh auckland...nz...beautiful..paradise' one landlord said to me, i wanted to burst into tears in that moment as i thought about it...yes, yes it really is, compared to this.... but deep breathe in (well not too deep cos it stinks!!)
i love the lanehouses though, despite the dirt...they still retain that community feel that gets lost in the skyscraper urban mess thats taking over the rest of shanghai...but i dont know if i want to share my kitchen or my bathroom with a whole neighbourhood...is that too 'western' of me? its hard to know your limits sometimes...what is just cultural habit, what you can adapt to, what you can't...for now its my own bathroom, kitchen, and a front door.....how very western of me....oh well....little steps.....
basically the only taste of the real china you get here in shanghai is strolling through the old lanes. otherwise its modern sky-scraper city...and perhaps i may choose to live in one of those even though i despise them...they look like giant size reminders of the west and its commercialism now reaching for the sky because the earth is not enough....
anyway enough venting!!
its been a real lesson even at day 5, in learning to let go. i mean, we already know we have no control of things. we read that in the writings each day. but there is this sense of orderliness and structure that i guess you just expect and that gives rise to a sense of control...even if its not real...but here you REALLY sense that chaos that comes out of control or lack of or whatever it is.....
although in saying that there is this huge control of people, even in the subway, the guard blows his whistle to move the hundreds of people down to the next landing to get onboard the metro and people do as they are told straight away, no sniggers, no side remarks, you wouldnt get that in london people would get lippy...but anyway....back to my other thought.. each day that i have been here i learn to let go just a little bit more. because here, so far i have noticed and been told, nothing works out the way you want it. thats pretty common through-out life i guess. but here, its on a different level...a friend described china as an 'enigma', its so complex. it is a mystery. it really is. layers upon layers of complexity, of cultural habits that i have absolutely no clue about. but its all learning. and i cannot judge them according to my 'western' standards because non is better than the other. its a different value system. and i am here to learn as much as i can from their culture and not try to force mine at all.
even little things, i had no idea about, like receiving a business card with two hands, otherwise its offensive, its the details within the details....
i do feel like a fish out of water. but its good. when i read my prayers and readings they take on a whole new layer of meaning 'clinging to the cord..' yep. i really am clinging. there is nothing else to hold on to. 'homeless wanderer' yep. certainly am that.
homelessness. Abdul-Baha talks about how homelessness as a blessing..
"O ye homeless wanderers in the Path of God! Prosperity, contentment, and freedom, however much desired and conducive to the gladness of the human heart, can in no wise compare with the trials of homelessness and adversity in the pathway of God; for such exile and banishment are blessed by the divine favour, and are surely followed by the mercy of Providence. The joy of tranquility in one's home, and the sweetness of freedom from all cares shall pass away, whilst the blessing of homelessness shall endure forever, and its far-reaching results shall be made manifest.' -
Abdul-Baha, SWA, p. 280.
not to say that what i am going through is utter exile and banishment. but in someways it does feel like it. that loneliness that accompanies not having anything familiar near you, not knowing what people are saying, or what the sign says, or just having a close friend near by to chat to, that kinda loneliness sweeps in from time to time.
but deep down i am happy. because i feel tested. i feel like by being here in Shanghai my capacity is being tested. after the utter tranquility and peace of guiding at the Holy Shrines for 18months to the noisy jungle of one of the world's biggest cities bursting onto the global scene....its quite the change. but this is what i prayed for...so i have to trust. let go of expectations...and have faith. that is the ultimate test
it is a great time to be in China. watching the opening ceremony last night with some locals, cheering so loud, so proud of this moment, China, finally, arms wide open to the World, leading the way, opening its gates...
one world, one dream....
hehe, how much more Baha'i could you get???
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
wellington to singapore...
arriving home was a surreal experience
this feeling of 'wow nothing has changed' and 'oh my god i feel so out of place'
seeing people on the street 'oh my god chantelle where have you been?'
israel
'oh my god, israel, that must have been intense'
well yes, but not in the way your probably thinking....
wanting to put my roots down, really upack my bag and settle in to life back home, but knew, in less than three weeks im off again, onto the big unknown....China.....shanghai....
i had moments of just wanting to cling, any job any oppurtunity that would keep me in wellington....but i made that choice and i have to stick to it...its exciting and nerve wracking, starting up life again in a new place...finding friends, apartments, those areas you feel you belong in....
that whole idea of belonging somewhere is becoming more and more foreign after being away for so long (not that long....18months but still..)...even at home i felt i didnt belong in the way i felt there before, its sorta like your identity as you knew it acts like putty, and adapts and moulds to where you put it, and when your in this transition phase, which i am currently sitting in, between worlds, between places, between lives....you start to feel kinda....how do i put it....identity-less....
had an incredible experience back home, we had a musical fireside the second saturday i was back at my house, and dad whose not a baha'i brought along his new tenant who had shown an interest in the faith when she saw the newspaper article in his office with my massive face on it
saying 'baha'i baby
'are you a bahai?'
'no my daughter is, she just got back from israel, she can tell you all about it'
so we organised this event, with her in mind, going through ana's presentation with songs dispersed throughout and two video's, and slide show with quotes on....
it was AMAZING, we had three interested people come, and my dad sat through it (was falling asleep towards the end...haha) and then we all naturally paired off afterwards and went through in more detail what we had covered using the flipcharts....for a bout 45mintues we did that one on one type deepening and the room was alive ...mum handed out dessert and we continued, then the lady dad brought came to me and said 'I just told chelsea and I would like to tell you that I would like to formally become a Baha'i'
stunned look on chantelle's face....
'wow...yes oh my gosh...thats great'
of course we have no declaration cards....haha not as prepared as we thought we were!'
but yeah...she just instantly recognised Baha'u'llah in those 2 hours...
She is from India, had been living in nz for two years, and told me a great story, at the age of 13 she gave all her week's worth of pocket money to a man standing on the corner in new dehli trying to raise money for the building of the 'new baha'i temple'. from that moment on she was intrigued by this faith...and then as a 32 year old living in nz....she finally finds out more deeply about it and declares...
what a gift
i sat and talked with her at her place quite a few times during my three weeks at home, it was like meeting my sister in a way...we just got each other!! very exciting stuff...and hopefully a taste of whats to come in China....heheeeeee
ok very hot right now
i am in sweaty singapore now visitng my brother danny, his wife anna and their beautiful beautiful son harley just one year old...
ohh the bliss of babies...
this feeling of 'wow nothing has changed' and 'oh my god i feel so out of place'
seeing people on the street 'oh my god chantelle where have you been?'
israel
'oh my god, israel, that must have been intense'
well yes, but not in the way your probably thinking....
wanting to put my roots down, really upack my bag and settle in to life back home, but knew, in less than three weeks im off again, onto the big unknown....China.....shanghai....
i had moments of just wanting to cling, any job any oppurtunity that would keep me in wellington....but i made that choice and i have to stick to it...its exciting and nerve wracking, starting up life again in a new place...finding friends, apartments, those areas you feel you belong in....
that whole idea of belonging somewhere is becoming more and more foreign after being away for so long (not that long....18months but still..)...even at home i felt i didnt belong in the way i felt there before, its sorta like your identity as you knew it acts like putty, and adapts and moulds to where you put it, and when your in this transition phase, which i am currently sitting in, between worlds, between places, between lives....you start to feel kinda....how do i put it....identity-less....
had an incredible experience back home, we had a musical fireside the second saturday i was back at my house, and dad whose not a baha'i brought along his new tenant who had shown an interest in the faith when she saw the newspaper article in his office with my massive face on it
saying 'baha'i baby
'are you a bahai?'
'no my daughter is, she just got back from israel, she can tell you all about it'
so we organised this event, with her in mind, going through ana's presentation with songs dispersed throughout and two video's, and slide show with quotes on....
it was AMAZING, we had three interested people come, and my dad sat through it (was falling asleep towards the end...haha) and then we all naturally paired off afterwards and went through in more detail what we had covered using the flipcharts....for a bout 45mintues we did that one on one type deepening and the room was alive ...mum handed out dessert and we continued, then the lady dad brought came to me and said 'I just told chelsea and I would like to tell you that I would like to formally become a Baha'i'
stunned look on chantelle's face....
'wow...yes oh my gosh...thats great'
of course we have no declaration cards....haha not as prepared as we thought we were!'
but yeah...she just instantly recognised Baha'u'llah in those 2 hours...
She is from India, had been living in nz for two years, and told me a great story, at the age of 13 she gave all her week's worth of pocket money to a man standing on the corner in new dehli trying to raise money for the building of the 'new baha'i temple'. from that moment on she was intrigued by this faith...and then as a 32 year old living in nz....she finally finds out more deeply about it and declares...
what a gift
i sat and talked with her at her place quite a few times during my three weeks at home, it was like meeting my sister in a way...we just got each other!! very exciting stuff...and hopefully a taste of whats to come in China....heheeeeee
ok very hot right now
i am in sweaty singapore now visitng my brother danny, his wife anna and their beautiful beautiful son harley just one year old...
ohh the bliss of babies...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
The Spot
Sydney.
Welcome back to the world. Fresh, cold air, and a gorgeous two and a half year old neice Lucy. The perfect thing to come from Haifa to. I am so happy to be aunty chanty again! She is adorable, and so is the new born Sam, who we all keep calling ben (thats the name of Lucy's baby doll, its quite hilarious!).
It's all happening as we shifed house to ‘the big old castle’ as lucy calls it, in the Spot, Randwick.
Speaking of the Spot, each night I sing to her 'Blessed is the spot' with the book mum got for her from the Sydney Temple a year or so ago. As its just me and ma that are Baha'i's in my family I am cranking all I can of spiritual goodness on my 5 days with her!
she says after I close the book, ‘the spot the spot, again again’ she looks at me with these innocent, angel like eyes, so pure , so happy so excited. I can't get over how receptive she is, she quietens down, looks at me so attentively, 2 and a half years old, and asks pretty big questions afterwards. I read to her 'O God Educate these children..' At the end she asks 'What's Reality?' 'ummmm well it has several layers of meaning..' I begin to say thinking about the phrase 'let the sun of Reality shine upon us'...she looks at me confused....' I think it refers to Baha'u'llah and our spiritual reality. Lucy, Can you say Baha'u'llah?'
'No'
so straight up. oh well. at least i tried!
I had my first real ohhh moment with her when she said, totally of her own accord ‘aunty chanty is my friend…and I love her’ whilst playing with her and her dolls house, reminding me of myself at her age, its so funny, here we are packing our stuff into this new house, and there she is with her new dolls house, putting the furniture inside too. She has a baby doll too that she prefers more than Sam, she even tries to breast feed him, it was the funniest moment. She had one hand trying to pull down her top, and the other trying to stuff the plastic baby ben to 'get his milk'. haha
It is kinda funny to come from all things Bahai to my own family where religion doesn’t really come up in conversation, unless it’s a joke or side comment 'sure you don't want a glass of wine?' my brother teases me.
I have this battle inside that is like ‘ah cant I just whack out ana’s presentation, cant we talk about spiritual things, why is it so difficult? My own family yet I feel like we hardly know each other deeply.’ Maybe I just have to accept that it is what it is, and there is a time and place for listening and receiving. Perhaps I just have to let go of what I want, and realise that God has a different plan. Cant help but feel responsible at times, especially for the spiritual development of children. There is a part of me that wants to live in Sydney, to make sure I take her to childrens classes, to help her go to BESS at school, to take her to the temple but China is calling...
Still hasn’t hit me... I have left the World Centre. The only reminder is when I pray I physically struggle to find the right direction to face. Where is north west? Before I could just stare out my window and it was straight ahead, past the grain factory overlooking the bay of Haifa. Now I have to really think and focus. It kinda sums it up really!
I was thinking last time I said my long obligatory was in the Shrine of Baha’u’llah, the room with the windows, with the big pink carpet, so direct, so ‘there’ in the presence, and here I am doing it on the kitchen floor downstairs of the big ol castle in randwick, Australia, searching for the direction, for the connection, for that place that was so present in my physical and spiritual life for the last 18 months. But the feeling doesn’t change. I still feel like I have the shrines etched in my heart. Nothing will ever take that away. Time place distance. Its like this throbbing, this warmth, this longing, this calmness, this rose smell, this peace, this assurance, reminds me of the lines to a prayer I love
‘that my heart my be assured, my feet set firm, and my soul enlightened’
That is something I will continue to work on for the rest of my life
Setting my feet firm
Being as unwavering as I can
I do feel made a new.
I don’t have any regrets
Perhaps not reading and studying enough
But I can always, and will do that
I am excited about China
Nervous
It feels ages away and that I have much to go through before that point
It’s a good thing coming to sydeny before home. It's like little steps of adjustment. even in the weather...
human, it's sorta like a hint that yes, the Shrines and the Holy Land are extremely special and important , but Chantelle, you have other gifts in store. And how family is just the most precious thing to have.
I am so thankful for this.
Thankful to have such a wonderful, healthy, happy family...and I hope by living at 'the Spot' Lucy will remember that prayer. hehe
Monday, June 30, 2008
airports and aeroplanes
A really beautiful thing happend as I was waiting for my 5 hour connection flight at Bangkok Airport on Friday. Strolling around this gigantic airport, under the heat of the white sails enclosing it, getting totally disorientated trying to find the qantas international transfer desk, when i suddenly see a blonde pony-tail, a blue backback and a walk that seemed very familiar.
I walk up to her from behind, thinking 'this better be who i think it is otherwise its gonna be one of those awkward situations!' I tap her on the shoulder 'Hello stranger!'
and yes, it was her. Zarin Salter, a friend from Sydney I hadn't seen for 5 years, carrying the Priceless Pearl in her hand.
'Oh my god, Chantelle. What are you doing here? I was thinking about you recently, wondering how you've been? How are you?'
'I'm great! I just came from Haifa, finished my 18 months on my way home, and then to China! What are you doing here? This is crazy!'
'I know! I can't believe it. I have been thinking about you a lot! I just finished a two week travel teaching trip around Cambodia. I am supposed to fly out tomorrow but I came to the airport a day earlier in the hope of catching an earlier flight. They just told me now that I missed out on the last one, so I am on the waiting list for the next flight, just reading the Priceless Pearl. And then I see you.'
Uncanny. One of those moments where you realise that Baha'u'llah is with you everywhere in the world. Watching, guiding, giving us gifts and reminders that you are never left alone.
I may have left the World Centre but this Faith is everywhere, in the most unexpected of places. A priceless moment.
I walk up to her from behind, thinking 'this better be who i think it is otherwise its gonna be one of those awkward situations!' I tap her on the shoulder 'Hello stranger!'
and yes, it was her. Zarin Salter, a friend from Sydney I hadn't seen for 5 years, carrying the Priceless Pearl in her hand.
'Oh my god, Chantelle. What are you doing here? I was thinking about you recently, wondering how you've been? How are you?'
'I'm great! I just came from Haifa, finished my 18 months on my way home, and then to China! What are you doing here? This is crazy!'
'I know! I can't believe it. I have been thinking about you a lot! I just finished a two week travel teaching trip around Cambodia. I am supposed to fly out tomorrow but I came to the airport a day earlier in the hope of catching an earlier flight. They just told me now that I missed out on the last one, so I am on the waiting list for the next flight, just reading the Priceless Pearl. And then I see you.'
Uncanny. One of those moments where you realise that Baha'u'llah is with you everywhere in the world. Watching, guiding, giving us gifts and reminders that you are never left alone.
I may have left the World Centre but this Faith is everywhere, in the most unexpected of places. A priceless moment.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Victory & Crisis
We hear the term 'crisis and victory' a lot. But this time, it's the other way around. I can't help but try to connect the dots...
After just witnessing one of the most powerful, important and influential events in world history, the 10th International Convention, it seems as though that collective energy, the coming together of 1000 Baha'is from 153 different countries all with the same common goal, that collective power injected back into the world after their consultations, that spiritual victory so recently won, has been so strikingly counter-balanced with a such sudden, unexpected and shocking crisises. Not only the natural disasters that are hitting the most impovished areas of the world, then comes the arrest of all seven leaders of the Iranian Baha'i Community.
I was reading 'Prayers and Meditations' as I was walking around Bahji today, reflecting on all the suffering inflicted on various peoples of the world, when this line jumped out and spoke right to my heart:
"...every ordeal suffered in Thy path is but a gift from Thee bestowed on Thy chosen ones." - Baha'u'llah
These seven chosen ones, and the Beichuan & Burmese victims, and their families, I keep in my prayers while I step on this sacred ground, that their sacrifice draws them nearer to God, that their hearts may be made as strong as brass in the face of tribulations.
I was reading 'Prayers and Meditations' as I was walking around Bahji today, reflecting on all the suffering inflicted on various peoples of the world, when this line jumped out and spoke right to my heart:
"...every ordeal suffered in Thy path is but a gift from Thee bestowed on Thy chosen ones." - Baha'u'llah
These seven chosen ones, and the Beichuan & Burmese victims, and their families, I keep in my prayers while I step on this sacred ground, that their sacrifice draws them nearer to God, that their hearts may be made as strong as brass in the face of tribulations.
All seven Bahá'ís who form a group that sees to the needs of the Bahá'í community of Iran have been arrested, six of them in early-morning raids on 14 May 2008 at their homes in Tehran. They are, seated from left, Behrouz Tavakkoli and Saeid Rezaie, and, standing, Fariba Kamalabadi, Vahid Tizfahm, Jamaloddin Khanjani, Afif Naeimi, and Mahvash Sabet.Six Bahá'í leaders arrested in Iran; pattern matches deadly sweeps of early 1980s
15 May 2008NEW YORK — Six Bahá’í leaders in Iran were arrested and taken to the notorious Evin prison yesterday in a sweep that is ominously similar to episodes in the 1980s when scores of Iranian Bahá’í leaders were summarily rounded up and killed.
The six men and women, all members of the national-level group that helped see to the minimum needs of Bahá’ís in Iran, were in their homes Wednesday morning when government intelligence agents entered and spent up to five hours searching each home, before taking them away.
The seventh member of the national coordinating group was arrested in early March in Mashhad after being summoned by the Ministry of Intelligence office there on an ostensibly trivial matter.
“We protest in the strongest terms the arrests of our fellow Bahá'ís in Iran,” said Bani Dugal, the principal representative of the Bahá’í International Community to the United Nations. “Their only crime is their practice of the Bahá’í Faith.”
“Especially disturbing is how this latest sweep recalls the wholesale arrest or abduction of the members of two national Iranian Bahá’í governing councils in the early 1980s -- which led to the disappearance or execution of 17 individuals,” she said.
“The early morning raids on the homes of these prominent Bahá’ís were well coordinated, and it is clear they represent a high-level effort to strike again at the Bahá’ís and to intimidate the Iranian Bahá’í community at large,” said Ms. Dugal.
Arrested yesterday were: Mrs. Fariba Kamalabadi, Mr. Jamaloddin Khanjani, Mr. Afif Naeimi, Mr. Saeid Rezaie, Mr. Behrouz Tavakkoli, and Mr. Vahid Tizfahm. All live in Tehran. Mrs. Kamalabadi, Mr. Khanjani, and Mr. Tavakkoli have been previously arrested and then released after periods ranging from five days to four months.
Arrested in Mashhad on 5 March 2008 was Mrs. Mahvash Sabet, who also resides in Tehran. Mrs. Sabet was summoned to Mashhad by the Ministry of Intelligence, ostensibly on the grounds that she was required to answer questions related to the burial of an individual in the Bahá’í cemetery in that city.
On 21 August 1980, all nine members of the National Spiritual Assembly of the Bahá’ís of Iran were abducted and disappeared without a trace. It is certain that they were killed.
The National Spiritual Assembly of the Bahá’ís of Iran was reconstituted soon after that but was again ravaged by the execution of eight of its members on 27 December 1981.
A number of members of local Bahá’í governing councils, known as local Spiritual Assemblies, were also arrested and executed in the early 1980s, before an international outcry forced the government to slow its execution of Bahá’ís. Since 1979, more than 200 Bahá’ís have been killed or executed in Iran, although none have been executed since 1998.
In 1983, the government outlawed all formal Bahá’í administrative institutions and the Iranian Bahá’í community responded by disbanding its National Spiritual Assembly, which is an elected governing council, along with some 400 local level elected governing councils. Bahá'ís throughout Iran also suspended nearly all of their regular organizational activity.
The informal national-level coordinating group, known as the Friends, was established with the knowledge of the government to help cope with the diverse needs of Iran’s 300,000-member Baháí community, which is the country’s largest religious minority.
The Bahá'í Faith - www.bahai.org
© 2008 Bahá’í International Community
Saturday, May 3, 2008
there is a new spirit around me
in the stones of the garden paths
in the jasmine filled air
permeating every atom
the newly elected Universal House of Justice has brought with it a new energy
a vibrancy
an aliveness
The World Centre is vibrating on a higher frequency
The marble of the Shrine floor glows brighter
A contrast to the exhaustion felt inside
All the preparation, all the hard work, behind the scenes of convention
now over
our community shines through
a glorious success
where everyone played a major part
a new era
in the stones of the garden paths
in the jasmine filled air
permeating every atom
the newly elected Universal House of Justice has brought with it a new energy
a vibrancy
an aliveness
The World Centre is vibrating on a higher frequency
The marble of the Shrine floor glows brighter
A contrast to the exhaustion felt inside
All the preparation, all the hard work, behind the scenes of convention
now over
our community shines through
a glorious success
where everyone played a major part
a new era
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