Thursday, October 15, 2015

Blog Action Day : Raise Your Voice for Congo


Since 2007 Blog Action Day has been bringing voices, simultaneously, together around one theme to share collective stories from around the world.
It's a global conversation, if you will.  This year's theme is Raise Your Voice. I think it's important to have global conversations, and further I think it's important to appreciate that in every corner of our world we are all connected in ways that are obvious and also not so obvious. 

Fall of 2011 is when I first felt compelled to Raise My Voice. Thankfully, living in the United States, I am free to do so.
2011 Solo Fundraiser
 


So, what exactly happened in 2011?  Well, it's simple really, I read a series of books. I've always had a special place in my heart with regard to understanding, well maybe understanding is not the correct word, but I've always been drawn to reading about not only the Holocaust, but genocide in general.  In 2011 I stumbled upon a book called Not on Our Watch by John Prendergast and Don Cheadle, which discussed their mission to end genocide in Darfur and beyond.  This lead me to read the Devil Came on Horseback by Brian Streidle, whose brave efforts led to the world even learning that the genocide in Darfur was taking place.  From there I then read Prendergast and Cheadle's second book, The Enough Moment, which outlines the worst human rights crimes in Africa.  

It was while reading The Enough Moment that I had my own personal enough moment.  When I read the chapter about conflict minerals sourced from eastern Congo where the world's largest death toll since WWII had been taking place, and yet not many have even heard of the conflict, that something awakened inside of me.  I was angry.  I was sad.  I was horrified.  I had to Raise My Voice. And Iv'e never stopped since.  

I then read A Thousand Sisters written by a local activist and author in my community, Lisa Shannon.  Like myself, she had a personal stirring inside and Raised Her Voice when she first learned of Conflict Minerals while watching an episode of Oprah. 

In the Fall of 2011 I decided to raise awareness about Conflict Minerals and our connection to them.  These are minerals sourced from Congo which are necessary for our electronic devices to function properly.  The problem is that Congo is the most mineral rich country in the world, and yet the poorest. And this is not an exaggeration.  It's a statistic and a fact.  Militias mine the minerals using local labor which they control through violence and sexual assault. It's a complex situation, which I will not go into here as that is not the focus, but upon learning of the situation in Eastern Congo, I immediately understood my connection.  I use electronic devices, and so I am inadvertently connected to the violence.  I felt with my entire being I had to do something, even if the issues seemed complex and daunting.  Indeed, I take the sentiment following WWII of Never Again to heart.  A death toll in one region of the world due to one conflict cannot ever, and never will, be acceptable. 

I started off Raising my Voice by telling my friends, family and colleagues about Congo. I posted social media.  I ran a solo 54 miles over 6 weeks to raise both awareness and funds to benefit the women of Congo through Women for Women International's Congo program.


This ballooned into planning my own local running charity event for three years and accepting the invitation to become an official volunteer ambassador for Women for Women International.
Equal Exchange team at 2014 charity running event
 

Over the past 4 years I have worked both within my community to raise funds, awareness, and to affect policy with regard to issues on the ground in Eastern Congo.  I reached out to Brian Streidle, Lisa Shannon, and the non-profit founded by John Prendergast, The Enough Project. And, to my initial surprise, I received responses. 



Before I knew it, I was knee deep working to propel forward a movement to help stop the violence in Congo. I  connected with like-minded individuals in my community and we worked together to educate others. 
Like-Minded Individuals at the Portland installation of One Million Bones
at PSU, 2013 (L-R: Clint Baldwin, Anna Canning, Alysha Atma, Me)


I mean how do 5 million people die in one region of the world due to violence fueled through greed over mineral wealth, and very little notice is paid?

What I have learned in the past 4 years is that I was not the only one who Raised My Voice surrounding this issue.  Thousands have worldwide, and it's quite amazing to be a part of a movement which is actually having impact on the ground in Congo.  No one single action was or is the solution, but together all of the actions that have been, and are being taken, by individual citizens, governments, industry, and public figures have and will affect change in Congo.  To be able to work in concert with those who live in Congo to Raise Our Voices is an honor.  

So, I encourage you to Raise Your Voice when you feel that passion well up inside of you.  Believe you me, I prefer a quiet existence, but sometimes you cannot keep quiet when your entire being propels you to Raise Your Voice to shine a light on a subject which deserves discussion, awareness and action.  Further, no action is too small.  There are countless ways to Raise Your Voice, and always hold on to the belief that no action is too small, or insignificant, because the truth is it's our collective Raised Voices which affect change in our world. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The Things Nobody Tells you About Running That Every Runner Should Be Prepared to Know

I've been running for 4.5 years now, and in that time I've learned a lot about not only my physical strength, but my mental strength.  I've also learned how important good running shoes are, a good pair of ear buds, and nutrition.  Never underestimate nutrition.  But you know what?  There are other things I've learned that no one told me when I first started frequenting group runs, and that I don't even read about in the many running magazines I follow on social media.  And so I offer a few tidbits for those of you who perhaps have just come into running so that you can be warned, and perhaps avoid learning these things the hard way.  For you more experienced runners, perhaps you can relate:


  • Never underestimate the importance of socks.  A good dry-wicking, fitted sock will go along way to lessen friction while running, which leads me to;
  • Even more important, never undervalue the callouses that over time form on your feet.  They formed for a reason.  And, so unless you want to experience the "battle of the blisters" wherein you may find yourself wrapping your now horrible blisters in gauze, secured with medical tape, and then covered with mole skin before every run (I mean not that I'd know).  Trust me, leave them alone. They are your friends; 
  • If either mid-run, or after a run, you find yourself in a public restroom: don't. use. the. toilet-seat-cover.  Trust me, it will not end well in a paper mache kind of way;
I swear, I was happy!
  • Although you'll come away with an occasional stellar race photo, be prepared to have pretty much every unflattering angle documented in only the way running photos can;
  • At one point or another you will have toenail issues.  One might turn black (I've yet to have that), if you run hills you might get a blister underneath your toenail, you might have one die and a new one grow underneath without pain or incident (two times and counting..).  Nail polish is your friend;
  • Compression winter running gear is warm and snug.  Compression sports bras a great.  Sometimes compression running socks are a delight.  But, be warned, if you thought getting them on was tough, just wait until you try & get them off post-run...they pretty much sweat stuck to your body.  At this juncture, familiarity with yoga will pay off;
  • And, last but not least, you will at some point or another swallow a bug.  I mean every bit of protein helps, right?
Well, I hope the above don't deter the the new-bee runner, but rather empower you to continue pursuit of the crazy, beautiful, magical sport we call running!

Friday, June 19, 2015

Ode To My Stapler (and how it teaches me to live in the everyday)

The blog muse hasn't struck me for quite some time now, but when it does, I just never know what the inspiration will be.  
So, the other day my co-worker commented to me that her trusty old Swingline stapler died, and we reminisced how they just don't make staplers the same anymore.  

That got me to thinking.  I too have an old-school Swingline at work, and I just love it.  I mean really love it. We've been together for 17 years come this September.  Swingy knew me when I was just a college sophomore wide-eyed and starting a big girl job in an office (well filing paperwork, answering phones and running errands, but hey I didn't have to wear a uniform!). 

Swingy

At one point Swingy grew legs and would often wander away from my desk (hence the name label -->).  We've been together so long that I don't even write that neat anymore. 

Never underestimate the power of a properly working stapler.  It'll carry you through those stressful moments of making the impossible happen, and the trusty one-hand-slam staple action is priceless (not to mention efficient).  

"Excuse me, I believe you have my Stapler."
Clearly I am not alone in my love of my just-over-one-pound-metal-it-could-be-a-weight-or-weapon Swigline Stapler.  The cult classic film Office Space clearly understood an employee's bond with a stapler, and the romantic comedy staring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock has a hilarious stapler fight scene


All I'm saying is that at this point I consider Swingy and I in a common-law-office-relationship and we shall never part...never ever.  

In all seriousness (because it's through the silly the serious is revealed), my appreciation for my reliable Swingy correlates to my personal life philosophy that it's the little things which make up most magical moments in life.  Sure,it's fun to focus on the bigger more epic aspects of our lives, but we spend a majority of our lives in the everyday. It is within this space that we must strive to be our happiest.  The everyday isn't always a cake-walk, but let me tell you a frazzled day at work is truly better when I don't have to fight with my office supplies, because on some days a jammed stapler would just set me over the work-stressed-edge.  

And, so I take Swingy in my hand and air staple in appreciation for a wonderful 17 years of staple bliss!

I mean who doesn't love Milton?