1.11...a magical date!

January 11th…I am realizing 1.11 is a special day in my life when my heart, mind and soul is fueled by the power and inspiration of human connection as well as my decisions to take follow my heart not my head.  I did not wake up with this realization. It did not hit me until the middle of the day when, after landing in Bangkok, enroute home from 8 days without connectivity traveling through northern Laos. I linked into the free WiFi, opened up Facebook and at the top of my feed was my FB memories.  As I scrolled through it became very clear that 1.11 is a magical day where my courage to try, my love of people and my desire to experience new things instead of listening to advice, guidance or misgivings of others allows me to discover the beauty, strength and joy of the human spirit. Memories from today and past years are reminders to me to keep trying to push myself to follow my heart to push out my belief that human connection is what life is all about and we need to be intentional about making new connections outside of our comfortable bubbles.  Before diving into my past memories of this day, I will start with the ones that were created this morning before my flight out of Laos.

After spending 7 days with a Seattle friend, Xee, and her parents on her return to the home of her birth, the site where they spent five years in a Thai refugee camp and multiple villages/towns that her parents lived in before fleeing their home due to war, we had just an hour before they dropped me off at the airport in Luang Prabang.  Xee, her father and I climbed to the highest point in the town. 

Looking out at the town below, Xee’s father pointed to where he lived from 1964 to 1968 as a student at a Catholic missionary school.  He was 12 years old when he arrived. I asked him if he was nervous leaving his mountain village and going so far away from his family.  He said, “No, I was not. All the children my age either went to the school or they were taken to be soldiers to fight in the war. Most of the kids my age became soldiers.  I came with my schoolmates. Had I not, I would have gone off to fight and probably would not be here today.”

I asked him if it was because of missionaries that he came to be connected with the school.  He said, “Yes, there was an Italian missionary in my village. It is because of him that my family became Catholic.”  I said, “It is because of Catholicism that your family is alive today?” He replied, “Yes.” In that moment my mind was opened to something that I held more negative thoughts than positive ones about, since the mid-90’s from time as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Lesotho.  I had witnessed the negative aspects of missionary efforts and had become closed-minded to the idea that there were positive ones regarding foreigners evangelizing their faith. But because of one human connection in a remote mountain village in Laos, this wonderful Seattleite, who has helped countless Laos individuals and families since arriving in the city in 1980 was able to have a full life, ultimately touching mine.  Over the past week, I have learned from his family’s culture, faith, resourcefulness, gratitude and what it means to be a true survivor. And now my mind was being opened further because of these moments above Luang Prabang. What a way to start a morning.  

Descending the steep steps from the mountain top temple with Xee and her father, I was amazed at all that I have had the good fortune to witness this post week.  Witnessing a woman learning stories of her family’s past, recalling memories of her own, meeting family members for the first time, traveling in her country of birth experiencing affirmation she is more American than Hmong but so grateful for the opportunity to return with her parents on what most likely is their last time returning to Laos.  I met people who I could not communicate with but welcomed me without question. Invited me into their homes. Fed me and urged me to come back. They gave to me with their whole hearts and I felt their sincerity. 

So far from home, unable to communicate, I felt welcomed and safe…and so grateful that I could return to a home that had a real mattress, running water, refrigeration, electricity, freedom of speech, opportunity and my family.  

As I said goodbye at the airport to this family who took me in as their own, my heart was so full.  How lucky was I to have had this opportunity?? One that I never could have imagined or orchestrated if I had tried.  One that only happened because I sat with my kids at a lazy Susan communal table during dim sum rush hour and talked with a woman and her daughter 8 years ago.  And one that never could have happened had I listened to my head telling me, “You are too busy with other work to leave. How does this fit into the work you are doing?  Maybe people are right, you need to pick one thing and focus on it…you are always doing too many things and they don’t seem to go together (but in my head I see them all connected:) You are being selfish leaving your family and work to travel to a place you have already visited.  Even though you think this is important, what could ever come of it? Here you go again, wasting time and not making money…” The reasons not to go were endless in my mind. But my heart kept tugging at my head telling it that it WAS important and this was an experience of a lifetime. 

This trip was not easy.  This trip was not a vacation.  This trip allowed me to see things I have never witnessed.  This trip allowed me to expand my understanding of what it is to be a refugee, an immigrant, a Catholic, a mother in fear of losing her family to gunfire, a family who lost everything except for their will to live and their hope of a better life even when they are told to fear the unknown of a foreign place they know nothing about, people who are so special to Seattle but almost invisible to the people of Seattle. 

I boarded the plane in Luang Prabang filled with gratitude for the experience and with pride for myself to have the courage to not give into the gremlins that tell me to just be happy with the life you have and not push for something different because I cannot articulate its importance.  

As soon as I took my seat on the plane, I opened my laptop to get to work.  I had high hopes that I would read on the trip or at the very minimum get through one audio book that I have had on my night stand for months…Brené Brown’s, “Dare to Lead”, but was only into the 2nd chapter.  I put on my headphones and hit play. And it was as if she was talking directly to me. Her words were assurance that I need to keep on keeping on with just trying my best to push out into the world what is in my heart, head and soul.  For me that is the vital importance of human connection.

After seeing my Facebook memories showing me how incredible this day during my layover in Bangkok, I got on the next flight, went back and looked her words that I underlined as I read because they resonated with me and I knew I would want to look back at them someday.  When I opened the book, I first went to the page where I had been moved to write Human Connectivity Conservation. 

 

Brown’s words gave me assurance, although I will need to give myself daily reminders that doing things differently than have been done is okay and important to go against the grain of “normal”…

And then to today’s memories…
2 years ago today, this video is powerful for me to listen to (and that is saying something because I cannot really stand to listen to my videos...I just share and try to ignore my dislike of my own voice because I have to get out what is in my heart) after just being in a third world country that is severely impacted by all the issues I mention in the video and having been there with people who were forced to flee, I was moved by what I shared in this video. I believe in what I shared and feel exactly the same way today.  We can make a difference. We must come together in community. Be with each other...it really isn't difficult and will provide heart and soul fuel our country needs!

3 years ago today I drove up to Mountlake Terrace, met a wonderful small business owner, Mike Torres (who immediately became Magic Mike to me as soon as I met him) and picked up the first 20 of 200 signs I had been passionate to print because I believe in people and I wanted to take a stand for what I believe. Seeing the memory of the sign going up on the first lawn and then, on the same day, I received 2 orders for 10 signs each. That was a big deal then and is still a very big deal to me. When an individual has the courage to get more than one sign for themselves, to share in their community it makes my heart soar!
And my passion for painting rocks was in full swing and these posts made me smile. We must hold onto hope and be the change we want to see in the world.
On this day, 3 years ago, I could never have imagined I would still be selling signs, painting rodks and filled with even more passion about the importance of spreading the message across this country.

 

4 years ago today...thanks to so many trusting, enthusiastic, talented, unique and inspiring individuals, I somehow was able to realize a crazy dream of creating a ski music parody w/ 30 women who were game to slip into my vintage onesies, sing, dance and ski to raise money for brain cancer research.  I still really can’t believe we did it, but I know we did because I am lucky to hold onto so many memories of the weeks of preparation, the craziness of the day of shooting and the laughter that continues to flow from that undertaking. AND it has lead me to taking one a new venture that is a result of that craziness and another connection because of The World in My Backyard that I am leaning into many areas that are new to me and trusting my inner voice and inspirations.

This was the result of that day on the mountain.

Seeing these memories and then having the one that just happened to me this morning remind me of the brilliance of people and the reason why I can never tell myself to step away from putting myself out there.  I will continue to hold onto the belief that we live in a beautiful world, filled with beautiful unique humans that can support and uplift each other and make our world even better. I am hopeful for the year ahead and already looking forward to what 1.11.21 has in store for me.

If you made it to the end of this long post, I thank you and I apologize in advance for run on sentences, grammatical errors, any repetition and hack photo layouts. Because I was flying from SE Asia it has been a 36 hr day (bonus for me w/ an extended 1.11.20:), I do not have the energy to edit. My head is telling me don't hit "publish" but my heart is telling me to put it out into the world and not worry...just share and hopefully my ramblings will resonate with someone out there!

I am happy to be home, looking forward to the new year ahead and sharing more of the stories I learned while traveling with Xee.

Seattle-Laotian WIMBY Connection

1.5.20 4:47am in Chiang Mai, Thailand...

Just hours before catching my Seattle flight on the I discovered my old, but very loved website, The World in My Backyard, was lost forever.  I was crushed because, although I had not updated it in many years, it held stories/work that I was looking forward to reigniting with the new year.  My goal with WIMBY was to meet, interview and photograph Seattle residence born in every country in our world.  It was a project that I worked on for a year and then had to back-burner due to work and family life.  That year was, hands down, the best year of my life as I met, learned from and was inspired by countless humans without having to venture far a foot or watch a screen to see the beauty of the human spirit.

I was momentarily devastated because I was about to board a plane to meet Xee Yang-Schell and her parents in Chiang Mai, Thailand a day before they would cross the Thai/Laos boarder to travel to the place of her birth.  I met Xee and her daughters seven or eight years ago while sharing a large, lazy Susan table enjoying dim sum in Seattle's International District.  Being the only adults at the table, with children of similar ages, we struck up a very enjoyable conversation.  As we were about to leave, and after learning Xee was raised in Seattle but born in Laos, I asked her if she would be open to meeting again and be my Laotian World In My Backyard subject.  A bright smile washed over her face and she agreed.  Below is a recap of what Xee shared with me during my "interview" with her.  

Today, I am trying to let go of the fact that technology is letting me down and hope that a blog post will suffice and I can find time to build a new website when I return and just be in the moment.  I am deeply passionate about the World in My Backyard.  I am saddened you cannot link to other stories today.  But today, I am living an experience that I could have never imagined and I hope my stories going forward will inspire people to connect with the world around them, as every person has a unique stories and perspectives that can teach us if we are open and slow down to take the time to connect with the world in different ways.

For the next 6 days, I will be with Xee and her parents as she returns for the first time to the hill tribe village in northern Laos where she was born.  I will be off the grid and immersed in a life and culture very different than the one I live in my daily life.  It will not be easy or comfortable but I know if will impact my life, challenge me and hopefully have me grow in ways that I cannot even begin to imagine, just like when I first met Xee so many years ago.  I am grateful for her letting a stranger in and sharing herself openly with me.  What she shared with me so many years ago inspired me and made me think a little differently and she continues to do that for me today making me more passionate to promote the importance to human connectivity...here is a little of her story.  I will have more to share very soon.  

My one ask today is if this moves you in any way, share it with a friend, send me a message, connect with a stranger...please do not stay silent...

Xee (prounounced "Sea") was born in 1972, along the Laos/Thailand border in Nam Yiew, Laos.  Her parents are from a more northern region, Luang Namtha, but were driven further and further south towards Thailand during the Vietnam War.

Memories before arriving in the U.S.:  “When I was two, my family had to flee Laos.  I have vague memories of being on the bottom of a boat [crossing the Mekong] and my mother covering us with a blanket to hide.”

“We stayed in Thai refugee camp for five years.  I remember very traumatic events like getting beaten up by other girls, being bullied.  During the first three years at the camp, we had an easier time because we were the first wave a refugees.  The Thai government and local people were tolerant of the refugees. As more and more refugees arrived, it became more crowded and the surrounding forests were over hunted and foraged.  The influx of refugees was too much strain for the local people, so a barbed wire fence was erected around the entire camp. We could not leave without permission. It felt like we were in prison and could not get out.”

Age when immigrated to U.S.: 1980 “I remember being at the airport, our fascination with the elevators.  We went up and down and up and down, over and over again. We flew via Tokyo and had to spend the night in a hotel.  We went up to our room and I remember they put us up really, REALLY high. We are people who had NEVER been off the ground.  We were all so scared to look out the window and look down. I remember peeking down and being fascinated with how high up we were.  I remember taking a bath in a bath tub. I Laos and at the refugee camp, we bathed in a tiny tub that you did not get in or we would just stand in the rain.”

“We had moved so much that I didn’t think much of another move [even though it was to a foreign country].  As long as I had my parents there, I felt secure.”

First memories of United States: “We lived in Shoreline.  Our first house was very small, but coming from a refugee camp where everything is really small, we thought the house was grand with plumbing and everything.  It was easier for my family to integrate because we were Catholic Hmong versus Animist Hmong. We found a church close to our home and it made the integration process easier because things were more familiar.”

Newly arrived in Shoreline, 8 years old.

“My father learned to drive and bought a Chevrolet station wagon for $800, but it died shortly after purchasing so we did lots of bus riding.  Our sponsor family drove us to important appointments and the husband of the first family we lived with when we arrived was a dentist so he took care of all our teeth.  We were so fortunate to have such loving people take care of our family when we first came to Seattle.”

Childhood memories:  “I think it was very difficult for my parents, but Hmong people have been migratory for centuries, so I think it was in their blood...survivalist...’we are here, we cannot go back, so let’s make the best of it.’  My parents just did what they could, got by with what they had and asked for help when they needed it.”

“My parents did a lot of different jobs.  I think my father worked in a manufacturing facility for a while, then a grocery store.  He was volunteering to help the Hmong people in Seattle and surrounding cities, it was a natural role for him.  I think he is a natural born leader. Eventually the Arch Bishop asked him to work at Our Lady of Mt. Virgin Church.  All different Laotian ethnicities gathered there. He has been there for almost 30 years. In the mid-1980’s, King County instituted the IndoChinese Farm Project to provide a vehicle for refugees to earn incomes through farming.  My father was one of the first people to be involved in the project. King County gave land in Woodinville to immigrants.  My mom started farming around 1987. She started growing vegetables but then, after she saw someone growing flowers, she started to grow them too.  When I was in high school and college, myself and my siblings would help her and she could go to more markets. She continues to farm to this day at the age of 63, but now just sells at Pike’s Place Market and the University Market.”

“I enjoyed school. I excelled and did better than other students, but I always felt different than other students.  There were not many Hmong people where we lived. I think I never felt like I completely fit in. I felt different. Nobody else but my family and my sisters had a similar experience.  Other kids couldn’t understand coming home, speaking a different language and eating different foods. My background and history was just so different. It was kind of lonely. My parents couldn’t help us with school.  They did always encourage us to do well, but they couldn’t help us. It was all up to us. However much motivation we had was what we had. ”

Xee, 13 years old

Where did your motivation to excel in school come from?:  "I think it was just me.  I wanted to have a different life than what we had.  We grew up very poor. I didn’t want to be poor. I knew that school was my way out and it would give me more opportunities.  I understood where we came from. The fact that my parents did not speak English when we arrived in Seattle, they could not get well paying jobs.  It was just the way it was but I thought it is not the way it will be when I get older.”

“I think being poor is really a blessing, if you look at it...we were creative.  We made our own toys. I remember making a dollhouse out of cardboard. I didn’t have a real dollhouse, but I could build one.”

“I had a personal expectation that I would go onto college.  I just wanted to be more educated. I saw a lot of poverty. People getting married young, not having a lot of opportunity so they were stuck...I wanted to do something different.  I wanted to do something with my life. I had to figure out the college process on my own. I studied and did well on the test [SAT] and received a scholarship to Seattle University.”

Xee was the first person in her family to attend college.  After graduating with an accounting degree she was hired by a local accounting firm.   "I realized accounting wasn't what I enjoyed at all, so I started helping my mother with her farming business.  I discovered I was good at it and could help my mother’s business. We made a good partnership for many years."

Following the adoption of her first child, Xee choose to be a stay at home mom.

You are an American but raised with a Hmong influence, how do you identify yourself?:  I am still trying to figure that out.  I am Hmong and yet I feel I am not quite Hmong either.  I don’t feel like you can be 100% Hmong unless you live where there are Hmong.  I don’t really feel very Hmong and that is probably why I didn’t marry a Hmong man.  I didn’t feel like I could live up to the Hmong standards in a relationship. Being a Hmong daughter-in-law, you get up early, you make breakfast, you go to work, you come home, you take care of the kids...you are doing everything.  There are a lot more expectations. There are a lot of parties you have to attend. Always busy, every weekend someone is having a party or a funeral if you live in a large Hmong community.”

Xee, 16 years old and in traditional Hmong attire.

Was there an expectation to marry a Hmong man?:  “Oh yes, my parents wanted all of us to marry Hmong.  They wanted us to stay in the culture because of all the divorces in the Caucasian population.  They were so afraid we couldn’t make it [multi-racial marriage] work. I dated three Hmong. The Hmong boys I dated, like me, were more Americanized and didn’t have cultural expectations of me.  But I knew their parents would. In the back of my mind, I knew I wouldn’t marry in the community because I didn’t want to be trapped by all the obligations. When my relationship with my caucasian boyfriend (now husband) became serious, my parents did not express any strong disapproval because they knew he was a good man.  I was the first daughter not to marry Hmong.”

“We had a beautiful Catholic ceremony in July and the following spring we had a traditional Hmong wedding.  It is a very long ceremony. It can take up to three or four days.”

What was your most difficult time in life: “Not being able to have children of my own was probably the biggest challenge of my life and I also realize that it is the biggest blessing of my life.”

“I come from a culture that has a lot of kids.  People were having kids left and right...all around me.  Now it doesn’t bother me, but back then, it was very hard to see someone get pregnant so easily and it doesn’t happen for you...you feel left out.  ‘What is wrong with me that I am being left out?’”

Xee and her husband chose to adopt.  “I don’t know if other first time parents feel this way, but I felt like, ‘what if I’m not qualified to be a parent.  If I don’t know what to do. If I am just not a good mother.’ I had a lot of doubt and fears and excitement.  We found out less than a month before we had to travel to pick her up. I remember vividly the day I got a call from my husband telling me the consulate appointment was scheduled.  I was at the market selling flowers with my mother and found out we would be traveling the next Wednesday to China to meet our daughter.”

Adoption:  “They bring in the baby.  She is so quiet, looking around, observing.  Of course, she is just so beautiful, but of course, there is no connection yet.  The woman hands me a baby and I hold her in my arms. It doesn’t feel real yet. I feel like I am holding someone else’s baby.  She is very sweet. Not a peep out of her as she is looking around. We finish our paperwork and go to our hotel room. She is sitting on the bed still very quiet, just observing.  I have this overwhelming feeling that comes over me...’Oh my gosh, this is a huge responsibility that I have taken on. I am going to to the very best I can for this little baby! What an awesome responsibility this is for me!’  I think it was at that moment that I felt like she was ours. When I think about that moment it brings tears to my eyes. It was just a really special moment when I realized she was ours...she belonged to us.”

“We waited three years to start the adoption process again...we waited too long...Chinese adoption had changed.  We waited five years. We decided it did not make sense to have another baby at that point so we said we would adopt an older child.  But even older, healthy children were hard to come by so we decided to switch to a special needs child. We reviewed a few files...it was difficult.  When you don’t accept a child, it is a rejection and you feel guilty. ‘Why can’t I take this child? This child just needs a home and love.’ But we had to be realistic, ‘Can I really take this child and give them the home they really need making them feel welcome and loved?’  After a few, we received a referral for our daughter, whose special needs was her eyesight.”

“It was very different with our second daughter because she was older.  The bonding doesn’t happen in just three or four days [as with an infant].  It takes much longer. A lot of habits had already formed that you have to undo.  There have been a lot of adjustments for everyone in the first year, but she is doing great, she loves school and my older daughter is just thrilled to have her sister here.”

Xee in Hawaii post college.

Did you ever feel like you were living between two worlds?:  Oh, I still feel that way.  Because of my unique background, I mean it is not so unique, but for the majority of people, they do not have the same experiences as I had.  So I feel like if I talked about my experiences, people wouldn’t really understand. I kind of feel like I’m not quite...I don’t have two feet in the American culture and I don’t have two feet in the Hmong culture.  I kind of have one foot in both and go back and forth and I am

A few more thoughts from Xee that have stayed with me:  “When we are young, we don’t think we will be in a place when we are older that we are still thinking about what we want to do when we are older.  {You think when you are older you will have life figured out] But now that I am in an older body, but my mind still has ideas about ‘what will I do...what am I going to do that will leave an impression when I die?’  I think about that a lot...’What is my purpose?’ What am I to do now that I am 40? Being 40 and not quite sure what I want to do when I grow up...still having those dreams of those who are in their 20s...which ones do I still have?  Which ones should I revise? As I get older, I try really hard to see the extraordinary in the ordinary because what if that is all there is?”

“I think when life is patched too nicely for you, you do not have a chance to grow.  I think that is why my “package” was all warped.” [Followed by BIG smiles]

How Tara connected with Xee:  My boys and I were seated at a lazy Susan table for dim sum in the International District as Xee and her daughters were finishing up their meal at the same table.

How Tara connected with Xee:  My boys and I were seated at a lazy Susan table for dim sum in the International District as Xee and her daughters were finishing up their meal at the same table.

If you are in Seattle and want to get started connecting with the world in your backyard, join me at the inaugural Conversations with The World In My Backyard gathering on January 23rd in Capitol Hill. https://www.eventbrite.com/o/29028469781.