Hi everyone! Here is a link to an article I recently wrote about useful herbs for the summer months. Hope you enjoy!
06 Dec 2013 2 Comments
A couple of weeks ago, the Gullele Botanic Garden (GBG) hosted students from Tulsi Addis to partake in a Yoga session on the garden’s land. Over 15 people participated, including three GBG staff members who had never practiced Yoga before. There were some delays along the way, but all in all it was a beautiful day. The site was padded with indigenous grass species, the sun pulled in and out of the clouds and a full view of the city of Addis Ababa spread beyond the meadow. A tasty and healthy vegetarian potluck lunch was shared in the shade of an Ethiopian juniper ((Juniperus procera) grove, known in Amharic as yehabesha t’id. Afterwards, Wondeye Kebeda – a staff botanist who had participated in the Yoga session – led the Tulsi students on a guided forest tour. Many traditional medicinal plants and local tree and shrub species were identified and their uses shared with the group. Hopefully, events like this one will continue at GBG, in partnership with Tulsi.
For more information on Gullele Botanic Garden and Tulsi Addis, please check out the links below:
Live each present moment completely,
and the future will take care of itself.
Fully enjoy the wonder and beauty of each instant.
To love those that love you is easy.
To love those that love you not is not so simple.
If you want to change anyone, set a better example.
Show more kindness, more understanding, more love.
That has a sure effect.
To those who are not kind, show kindness.
To those who are mean, show bigness of heart.
Never forget to smile.
There is no more beautiful ornament one can wear than
a genuine smile of peace and wisdom
glowing on the face.
Photography credit: Taye Fikru
Quotes Source: http://www.yogananda.com
29 Apr 2013 7 Comments
There was a break in the clouds that
offered a chance for the laundry to dry
Rain in the bucket saved for washing her hair
The steady drops off the roof landing
on a newly planted bed that
the neighborhood boys politely jump over
when stopping by for the chance of a chore
Payment drawn out in carrots and
the sticky sweetness of tamarind –
their seeds boiled, cooled and sipped like juice //
A flat bed passes, stopping at the turn into town
Villagers drop from the air gracefully, like some birds
Maybe there is a market today
or people you once knew
A cry in the air telling that it is time to see
what is happening between the break in the cloud
This is the middle of somewhere that holds much more
than mica-flecked dust and the whispers of lacking something
When the earth is talking, you find what you need
and all that is nestled in between:
The scent of a leaf burned for visitors
The smoke of a root that spooks the snake to go home
Her fence offers food for goats, sheep and bees,
after the children take their share,
Walk through the half hidden opening and bring her
a perfect egg found on the slope of the path that leads
to school or to market, depending on the time or day
Be gracious to your mother who can tell you a lot
At dusk, you take out your drinking gourd that
fits perfectly into the curve of your palm
like a woman protecting her swollen pregnancy
while talking to friends and strangers alike
18 Feb 2013 7 Comments
About a month ago, I flew back to Ethiopia to live and work in the capitol city of Ethiopia, Addis Ababa. My government office established and runs the Gullele Botanic Garden, the first botanic garden in Ethiopia. Their main agendas are conservation of biodiversity, research, education and eco-tourism. So far, it has been a great experience – my co-workers are intelligent and kind, I am learning more and more about the cultural uses of plants in Ethiopia and globally each day and I look forward to the coming months as the garden evolves and becomes a recognized attraction by locals and visitors alike.
As for living in Addis Ababa – it is very crowded and there are intense disparities of wealth. The city is in a transitional stage, with new buildings and roads under construction and neighborhoods forming at a pretty rapid pace. The older parts of the city reflect a history of governmental shifts, rural migration and the brief Italian occupation. In Piassa, for example, there were many Indians, Italians and Armenians living there about fifty years ago. The impact on architecture, food and urban planning is still there. Cream puff pastries, a jewelry row, an old theater and other clues linger on.
Living in the city is easier in some ways, but the sense of community is harder to build and the markets are not nearly as fresh and unique. My area of the city, Addisu Gabaya (“New Market”) is known for a lack of water – this means the pipes flow once or twice a week for a couple hours, good old bucket baths and washing about everything else by hand. The air pollution, heavy traffic and crazy driving are also harder to deal with. I do not prefer urban living, although I have done it many times before. It is an energy to embrace, and it differs city by city.
In Addis, one might be walking alongside a new shopping center and a small hut will reveal itself, a man playing traditional music shadowing the door and the sounds of tej (a local alcohol) beakers clinking combating the car horns. Or one might see a herd of goats being taken to the meat market on the road to Holeta, enjoying their last moments of life through those basic wants and needs.
Another positive aspect of living in Addis is being around so many women around my age that are part of the work force, independent and not as conservative in their dress and lifestyle choices. I have the luck of becoming part of a four woman rotation at my office, where we each make lunch and coffee on Friday’s at our respective homes. It is wonderful and refreshing.
On that note, the friends and family that I was able to connect with during my travels back to the States last December and January were blessings. I regained the strength and joyousness I needed to go back to Ethiopia. Thank you for being amazing, resilient and beautiful human beings. While Ethiopia is lacking many things that we take for granted, their sense of community pride and obligation is so naturally a part of most of their lives that there is a sense of happiness despite the hardships of daily existence. Hopefully, I share this sentiment during my next year of work here.
23 Oct 2012 2 Comments
Emily is nearing the end of her Peace Corps service and plans to visit family & friends in the U.S. this December. She forwarded me the following thoughts & photos to post:
A few days ago, I had the opportunity to visit a waterfall located in Sheka. It is about an hour walk from the main town, through a small farming community that borders the forest. The day was bright and scorching, with no inkling of rain to come. It was a relief to enter the path that led to the falls and leave signs of human impact behind. At times, we had to somewhat make our own path!
As we got closer to the waterfall’s location, the sound of rushing water wove its way through the vines and trees. We carefully made our way down a steep slope and entered the cave that exists behind the falls. The air was misty and refreshing and the surface of the cave was slippery. Closer to the waterfall, ferns and impatient flowers grew, exuding a vibrant green light. As I breathed in the air and absorbed the breadth of the falls, I was reminded of how lucky I was to be here in Ethiopia.
I felt refreshed and capable to complete my last month of service in Masha with fullness and energy. I also realized how much I would miss my life here – my neighbors, co-workers and friends. My routine is calm, yet still filled with moments I can learn from. I appreciate this. The market, too, has sustained me in a healthy, balanced way for months. Memories fill my mind and sometimes it is hard to focus on the present moment. These coming weeks will be emotional but also will bring completion and joy.
I also look forward to seeing my friends and family in the United States this winter. I want to take this time to thank everyone who has shown interest in my life here and that I felt very much loved and supported during my Peace Corps service. I truly could not have done it without you all!
P.S. The photos of the little girl are of my favorite 2 year old, Hannan. She is my neighbor and we play almost every day. The Peace Corps came to pick up a couple boxes for the office in Addis from my kitchen this past week and I was out of town. Apparently, Hannan started to cry and grab the boxes, thinking I was not coming back. It was so sweet and sad at the same time – a true realization of how hard it will be to say my goodbyes.
10 Sep 2012 2 Comments
Emily just got back from a lovely vacation to Vienna, organized by her equally lovely friend Catt. Thanks, Catt!
Here are some reflections Emily sent about the experience along with some photos:
One main thing for me was being able to walk out the door without thinking too much about what I was wearing and if it was conservative enough. It just simply did not matter. I did not realize what a stress that was for me until I did not have to do it anymore. Women in the Western world take a lot of these basic freedoms for granted. They can socialize with males and not be judged. Live in an apartment without your family. Smoke a cigarette and drink a glass of wine. Go out at night past 7 pm!
I also noticed how the children behaved differently. In Ethiopia, they carry wood and water, run small shops, go to market, do errands for their family and neighbors, handle money, cook and clean, take care of animals and make games without using any store-bought toys or materials. The children I saw were a lot more sheltered and depended on material goods to function. I missed the Ethiopian children and their capacity to be creative, hard working, bright and out-going. They will have a conversation with you and not fear that you will harm them.
I also missed how local the food was at the markets in Ethiopia in comparison to Vienna. There was a lot of local, organic food, but there were also fruits, nuts and spices from other countries. Things like giant bananas, mangoes, kiwis and avocados seemed out of place in the market stall boxes. It was also funny to see the price difference. One mango in Vienna was 22 times as much as one mango in Masha. The same was true with a lot of the spices, too. Cinnamon, chile powder, cloves, turmeric, black pepper corns and other such spices were 5 euro a bag as compared to 5 Ethiopian birr (Laura’s note – I believe the conversion puts that at about 0.22 Euros in comparison).
When it came to medicinal plants, it was amazing to see the pharmacies carried herbal teas that had the number of grams of each herb listed on the side of the box. There is a market for them there that I was happy to see. Yarrow, red clover, nettles, St. John’s wort, elderberry, chamomile and other herbs all grow there. I saw yarrow growing wild everywhere I went; sprouting out of cracks in the cement, covering a small patch of green between two roads. It was wonderful!
After many nice cheeses and fresh berries, great company, art and architecture, swimming in rivers and long days of sunshine, I was ready to return to rainy Masha. Here, at least half the people you pass will greet you or return a greeting with a big smile, despite the damp, cold air and muddy tromps to get from here to there.