22 Jan A Hand Through the Window – By craftivist Sarah Maguire
My boyfriend Brian and I were tightly squashed into the back of a battered old three wheeler Tuk-Tuk, our backpacks awkwardly piled on our laps and digging into our knees. I apprehensively peered over the top of my bag, my eyes wolfing down every micro detail of of this new foreign land. We tightly negotiated through herds of people going about their daily business, forming a kind of organised chaos that would have made a London cabbie have heart failure.
Our driver, a young man in his mid-20s, dressed in an ill-fitting shabby Manchester United T-shirt, cooly slalomed through the crowd, Tuk-Tuks, adults, children, and the odd farm animal all interweaving in some sort of choreographed dance. Occasionally our placid driver became perturbed and frantically honked his horn, arms flailing, signaling for people to move out of his way. One lady sauntered along, in absolutely no rush as she crossed his path, shuffling in her worn out flip flops, the bottom inch of her batik dress caked in heavy road dust.
The sadness of need
Whilst we were at a standstill a group of children – I don’t remember how many – approached our Tuk-Tuk. One boy around the age of eight, dressed in threadbare clothes two sizes two small that he had most likely inherited from an older sibling, thrust his tiny dirty hand into the Tuk-Tuk. Whilst his open hand pushed its way over my whale of
a bag, his other made an eating gesture. I struggled to pull some money from my bum bag that was jammed between my belly and my rucksack. I no sooner had handed him a couple of crumpled notes before a petite lady with a beautiful face holding her baby close to her chest in a selendang (sling) silently pushed her own open hand through the window.
Within seconds the word had spread and there was a small crowd huddling around us, all expecting a few rupiah each. Our driver began to shout at them, waving his hand, gesturing for them to move and leave us alone. With a flushed face he leaned forward into the steering wheel and stepped up his effort to promptly get us out of there. We were stuck behind a skeletal mule that was weighed down by baskets of bananas, dawdling in protest against his forced labour. I buried my head deep down into my backpack, hiding my tears from the desperate needy faces.
That was 10 years ago. I was 18-years-old and at the time I didn’t expect that I would last for more then two days in Indonesia. Instead I somehow made it through three months, endured quite a bit of physical sickness, freezing cold showers and sleeping in pretty filthy
shacks with no electricity. The real culture shock was coming back to Britain and hearing the daily moaning and complaining from people that actually did have a clean toilet, fresh water in their taps and a nicely packed lunch in their bag. I have remained ever loyal and connected to Asia and find myself going back time and time again.
A life of positive choice
I am an artist and work in different canada online pharmacy free shipping mediums. I’m predominantly a musician/songwriter and writer, but I like to think that I can make almost anything with a pair of scissors, paper and glue. In the last couple of years I have found great joy and meditation in hand embroidery.
Since that first trip to Indonesia the East has influenced my thoughts and choices everyday. Two years ago, after having a Hindu wedding in Rishikesh, India, I became heavily involved in studying Gandhi and his teachings of Ahimsa (non-violence) and Satyagraha (insistence on truth) and this lead me to making changes in every area of my life. Non-violence has opened my eyes to the plight of all beings on this earth and every day I try to be mindful and live in a way that causes as little harm to the earth and other beings as possible. I guess I would call myself a lifestyle activist.
I am a staunch supporter of human, animal and gender rights and make a daily effort to be an ethical consumer. I was so happy to get involved with the Craftivist jigsaw and tackle world hunger as it is a subject that is very close to my own heart. Three years ago I made the decision to go vegan and I was absolutely amazed to learn that what I choose to put on my own plate will indirectly affect the starving faces I had once met in Indonesia. I also learned that if we stopped feeding grain to livestock we would have enough food to feed all the starving human beings in the world twice over! And that a reduction in meat consumption by only 10% would yield enough grain to feed all the humans who starve to death each year worldwide! The great Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh says, “Every day 40,000 children die in the world for lack of food. We who overeat in the west, who are feeding grains to animals to make meat, are eating the flesh of these children.”
We can make a difference
It is easy for me to feel powerless in the fight against hunger when I hear about the millions of men, women and children who are facing this catastrophic reality every day. But I do believe that we can all take our power back and, as Gandhi said, “be the change we want to see in the world” by making compassionate and ethical decisions about how we hoose to live and treat one and other. For me one of those decisions was to make a piece and add my voice to the craftivist jigsaw project.
The quote that I chose to stitch on my piece is by the political activist and scholar Angela Davis: “We have to talk about liberating minds as well as liberating society.” Angela teaches that to solve social justice issues we have to “hone our critical skills, develop them and implement them”. Whenever I hear this it reminds me that I need to work on changing myself before I can expect to change society… and that I am an integral piece of the greater puzzle.