July 26 - A Thousand Autumns


Ni Hao,

Last night was the big Talent Show Party. The students have been planning this party for weeks. I think their original idea was to have many of their favorite snacks and run a karaoke night. We ended up merging two ideas, which helped in locating a room to use and planning the food.

All of the students dressed up, and they looked just lovely. Nancy and I were noticing how delicate their feet looked in their high-heeled sandals, especially when compared to our clodhopper feet. The men shaved, too, which is difficult because none of us have had any water for over three days.

The party was a spectacular showcase of their many talents... and their sense of fun! They began with a song called Bijie, My Beautiful Hometown," which is a very moving melody. Joe (Wang Jiazhou) and Lydia were the co-hosts, and they flowed smoothly from Chinese to English as they announced each act. James (He Shi Wei) and Alice (Chen Jing), along with James' ten year old daughter, performed a wonderful traditional Chinese drum and cymbal piece.

Yesterday, I asked Alice to take over our class production of "The Three Little Pigs." Alice is truly one of the most gifted young women I have ever met. She sings, she dances, she plays numerous instruments, she is quite accomplished with language study, and she has a wonderful rapport with everyone she with whom she works. By morning class session yesterday, she had coordinated the cast (which is the whole class) to find sticks, straw, and bricks. The students "borrowed" a few bricks from one of the construction sites.

Anthony (Zhou Liang) was perfect as Mama Pig, and all the women made certain that he had the female clothes to fit the part. Bessie (Tian Yulan) played The Big Bad Wolf, huffing and puffing to beat the band. She is a very petite woman and probably weighs about 90 pounds. Earlier in the week, at rehearsal, she wanted to give the part to someone else because she thought she was too small to portray a wolf. We simply practiced making her voice larger and larger, and by public performance time, she was a most convincing Big Bad Wolf. The chorus helped out by snorting, giving the three pigs a more realistic air. They made placards to put around their necks, identifying the character with a drawing and a name. At the end of the play, once the wolf is cooked in the pot of boiling water, I joined the students as they danced around the wolf, singing, "Ding Dong the wolf is dead..." I was so very proud of their creativity, their energy, and the extra time they devoted to rehearsals. It was a delightful play, and they were pleased with how they brought the story to life.

Other highlights of the Talent Show included Nancy's class performing "The Little Red Hen". We also played a couple of games - a hula hoop game which involved everyone with hands linked as we moved the hula hoop around the circle, and a guessing game which involved audience pantomime participation and silly string as "punishment" for the wrong answer.

At the end of the Talent Show, which lasted three full hours, the disco ball began swirling and the dancing began. It was extremely warm in the room where we had the party, so the dancing only lasted about 90 minutes. People stepped outside the room for some breeze from the small balcony, but it was hard to cool down, even that late at night. The party was a smashing success, and I am grateful that I know so many people here in China that I can call "friend."

I will leave you with another Chinese expression: "ge yu qian qiu". This translates as "each has a thousand autumns," which means each person has enduring qualities or merits. This saying was especially true this evening as we watched the many talents emerge from our students. May you discover and celebrate your enduring qualities as well as those in others...

July 25 - More Eloise Greenfield Inspired Poetry


Ni Hao,

Okay, I slept for four hours last night and am ready to begin another(waterless) day in Bijie. The bird songs in the morning are truly lovely, as are the many butterflies that greet me as I step out of the apartment each morning.

I will share another poem written by a student of mine here in Bijie (see last blog for description of the actual writing assignment)...

"Oh, Mama" - by Chen Jing (Alice)

I love
I love a lot of things
like
I have a beautiful kite
The beautiful kite is like the cloud for it's white
I like the colour and like it to fly

Oh, Mama
Let me tell you
That I love it flying in the sky
I love the kite flying in the sky
and...

The day is too hot
that I can't sleep better
I want it to be cold
just like winter
I like snow when winter is coming
Oh, Mama,
Let me tell you
that I love in the snow for walking
I love to enjoy the snow for walking
and...

I am hungry and I want something to eat
Open the fridge
I can't find anything
Let me see
Oh, I want to eat cakes
Mama, let me tell you
that I love the cakes which my husband bakes
I love to eat cakes
but only my husband bakes
and...

It is weekend, what shall I do?
I only stay at home and needn't go to school.
I invite my friends to my house and dance
Oh Mama, let me tell you
that I love dancing in my place
I love to dance with friends in my place
and...

In the garden I can see flowers everywhere
Flowers are so beautiful here
One of them stands for love
Yes, it is rose
Oh, Mama,let me tell you
that I love to put this flower under my nose
I love putting rose under my nose
and...

It's Sunday, and I want to
buy some fruits in the city
But, there's no car.
What a pity!
I have to walk to city
if I want to eat fruit
Oh, Mama. let me tell you that
I don't love to go city on foot
I do not love to go anywhere on foot

But I love
I love a lot of things
And Mama
I love you best,
I love you!

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"I am" - by Wang Jiazhou (Joe)

If I were a green leaf
I will call your name in spring
near me.
Let me feel yours.
If I were a golden leaf
I will fall in your arms
and fall asleep in your heart.

I am a small boat
bring heavy miss to your thought
row your heart.
I am a little boat,
a ripple in your world.
If I were a bird
I will fly with my dreams
If I were a bird
I will never forget the days
that we have passed.

I am the sun.
I'll give everything power.
And make you like a girl, soft sleeping.
I am the sun.
No dark in your eyes
because I am with you.

I am an umbrella
keeping rain and wind from you.
I am the umbrella
I am always over your head
and feel your gentleness...

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"Lover, I Want to Tell You" - by Jiang Xue (William)

I want
I want to tell you everything about me
I want to tell you
I love the dress you're wearing

I want to tell you I love the smell of milk
because when I met you first time,
you used right this smell

I want
I want to tell you I love to dream
I dreamed about the house that I lived in as a child
I dreamed that you and me were running on the road
But sweetheart, I really love the dream and I soon get to sleep
because I usually dream of you, I don't want to wake up

I want
I want to tell you

I hope I can follow with you whenever you want to go
because I love the feeling when I hug you under willows
Summer goes away, and comes back again
But my darling, I want to tell you
I love this summer in which God band us
together with chain.

I want to tell you
I love to sit next to you, so I can touch your hand
I love to chat with you, so I can understand your mind
I love to share everything I have
But my love, I do not love to live without you

I want
I just want to tell you
I love you in silence...

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And in closing, I wish you moments of "ai bu shi shou".... a Chinese expression meaning "to love something a great deal and not wish to part with it."

May your day be filled with moments and people with whom you never want to say good-bye...

July 24 - Sharing the Love of Poetry


Ni Hao, Blog Readers,

As a teacher here in China, I am expected to expand my students' knowledge of English, largely through a great deal of speaking and listening activities. Writing and reading are also a component of the program, and I thought it was time to engage these amazing learners in composing poetry. This will come as no surprise to those of you who know me well.

So, I shared Eloise Greenfield's "Honey, I Love" poem with them and then asked them to write their own "I Love..." piece for homework. Here are a few of the results of that homework. Keep in mind that these students are writing outside their first language. I think you will be very impressed with the way in which they express what is inside...

"Baby, I Love" - by Tian Yulan (Bessie)

I love
I love so many things,
so lots of things about you
When you were in my body,
I like to breathe with you
and...

The day
when you came into the world
I wouldn't forget the day, it's March 8th, 2005.
From then on, all the world has changed
because of your coming
and...

I like your sweet voice,
your smooth skin, your tender face.
I also love to watch you growing up day by day
and...

My baby, I love to pick up the stars
in the dark nights
to decorate your dreams.
I love to make the blue sky
as your quilt
and...

I love to draw many beautiful designs on it
Oh, my baby, I hate to depart from you
even only one minute.
I like to stay with you and your father
Let's live together
peacefully
and
happily.

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"Light" - by Yan Yun (Shirley)

I love
I love the sun
She gives light to humanity
Everything is pretty.

I love
I love the fire.
She gives us the warmth
As if she gives us some clothes.

I love
I love the lighter
She lights the fire of hope
And she makes the world bright.

I love
I love the candle
She lightsherself
And she emblazes everyone else.

I love
I love the teacher
She lights the candles
Lighting the forward way
of students.

I don't love
I don't love the dark night
It is very horrible.
No light, no warmth,
and no hope.

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"Darling I Love (For my husband)" - by Chen Zhaoxia (Audrey)

Darling, I want to tell you
there's so many things I love.
Like Mama always does some sewing
I sit beside her listening to her singing
She is always so beautiful in my eyes.
I always feel so happy for her kiss.
and...

I love swimming in the summer days.
We are so fun beneath the water
with my good friends.
and...

I love sitting on the grass
at the fall midnight.
There seems a beauty lives in the moon
with a big tree and a rabbit.
and...

I love listening to the folk music
I always imagine that I am the hero-ess
in the "Gone with the Wind"
and...

I love many things that are romantic
Every love story sounds like a sad music
and...

I do not love to be quiet
I love to be crazy.

But my love,
there are so many things I love
And my darling
There's one thing I must tell you,
that is I love you best
in the world.

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Tonight's homework for my students was to create their own "Phenomenal Woman" or "Phenomenal Man" poem after reading "Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou in class today. They fell in love with Maya and they had many questions about "the span of her hips" and her "inner mystery." I will post some of their "phenomenal" poems over the weekend.

May you write the poem you have always wanted to write...

Interlude - "A Gift of Tea"


(For Jiang Xue / WIlliam)

Between the thunder
and the lightning
tonight
after a game of mahjong
by romantic candlelight,
your tea warms me.

It is fragrant
soft smoke
on my tongue.
Delicate and rich.
A harmonious brew.

I taste Bijie
floating upward
from the eye of the porcelain cup,
remembering the gift,
the kindness,
and the grace
of you...


- Marianne Forman

Interlude - "Mahjong by Candlelight"


They've been asking us
for days
to play mahjong,
a traditional Chinese game
often accompanied
by beer, spirits,
smoking, and money passed
from fist to fist.
Our student York,
named by his English teacher from York, England,
escorts us to the dormitory
six flights up
and we rattle out our umbrellas
into the hallway.

The whole floor of men
has arrived,
gathered to watch these two foreign women
stumble their novice way
through the
intricacies of stacked bricks.

They tell us to create
The Great Wall of China
with the tile-bricks.
The game
we discover
is a disguise
for the true purpose -
to chat, to talk,
to ferret out secrets.

They seek our advice
on how to "love" a woman,
wanting our western experience
to re-light their path.
York tells us someone, only one,
is in his heart,
and the twenty class sessions
here at Bijie University
are simply not enough time
to show his affection.

We are coached
by these teacher-men,
some of whom wash their feet
in the bucket on the balcony
before taking their place
around the tiles.
They huddle around us
whispering experience into our ears,
advising which brick to keep,
which brick to throw away.
And in Chinese,
they debate in the spaces between us,
nudging the proper move,
the most advantageous action,
for this particular set of circumstances.

Our faces are closer,
our eyes nearly touch,
in this crowded mahjong place.
We have journeyed
miles and kilometers from the classroom.
We reverse roles,
exchange our familiar places,
and they become our mentors.

My student William (Jiang Xue),
who speaks words between smiles,
gave me Bijie teas today,
his favorites,
grown in the fields
in this faraway place on the Guizhou map.
This place is mutely absent
from the Lonely Planet guidebook,
and we realize we are far removed
from where most foreigners
are willing to walk and work.

The thunder and lightning
zigzag across the sky
and we are crackled into darkness
by the collision of heat and light.

These men light the bricks
with cell phone illumination,
and Anthony runs to purchase candles.

"A romantic game with the candles, yes?"
William asks.

Yes, yes...
and we build
together
yet another
Great Wall of China.
- Marianne Forman

July 23 - Huangguoshu Waterfall at Anshun


Ni Hao,

After journeying through the Zhijin Cave, which took about 2 1/2 hours, we traveled to Anshun. This is a city which is one of the gateways to ethnic minority villages. It is also near the Huangguoshu Waterfalls, which is the largest waterfall in Asia. I am noticing that "ranking" is very important here in China. People take pride in being the number one city, having the number one waterfall, living near the number one cave, etc.

As trekking through the Zhijin Cave was nothing like walking through any of the caves in America, the visit to the Huangguoshu Falls does not even resemble a Niagara Falls visit. First, you experience a bonsai garden, filled with azaleas, water lilies, and many types of bonsai plants and bushes. The garden is also graced with many beautiful statues, commemorating various notable people in Chinese history. There is nothing garish or gaudy about this garden. All is simplicity, grace, and beauty. Literally every turn of the path offers the gift of a new and lovely vision. Each small section is an entity unto itself, yet there is a sense of continuity and flow as you walk through this peaceful garden.

And this is just the beginning of the experience. After walking through the garden, you naturally move into the waterfall area. Again, the grounds are just beautiful, and even the pathways and the stairways have a quiet and peaceful feeling to them.

Along the journey, there are several ethnic groups offering to take your photo, in their traditional garb, of course. So, Nancy, Mr. Tang, and I donned very colorful traditional clothes, plumed out our layered skirts with our hands, and had ourselves photographed in front of the waterfall. As a brief aside, these traditional costumes looked much more comfortable on me than the regal queen-wear with the 16th century ruff collar that I tried on when my husband and I traveled in Scotland. This photo here in Anshun is an absolute treasure... round hat with fringe, and all!!! Mr. Tang looks like a very noteworthy king. As another aside, we have taken to calling Nancy "the queen," as she has taken on the role of my mama in matters of illness and stomach troubles associated with new foods and circumstances when traveling here. Hence, I became the "princess" in this royal photograph.

Once our dress-up picture session ended, we decided to take the full journey around and in back of the falls. This involved more stairs than I can possibly count, but again, the construction of the stairways was accomplished in a most graceful and foot-friendly way - most of the time, at least.


At one point, shortly before you enter the narrow path that leads to the single-file walkway behind the falls, the plastic poncho-selling hawkers emerge. We had a bit of trouble stretching the smallish ponchos over our tall, much larger American bodies, but we covered our backpacks and cameras, thus protecting them from the strong spray coming off the falls.

I was amazed to see very petite women in high heeled shoes and dresses navigating these slippery pathways. I had on my comfortable, waterproof trekking shoes, and I still had numerous moments of near slip and fall. By the way, the steps here are designed for feet that are much daintier than my own. I come from solid Eastern European peasant stock, and my feet, I think, were meant to plod through potato fields. I have always been known as a "sturdy" woman.

The smell of fish around the falls was strong and sometimes overpowering, but the visual panorama wafted my nose away from the fishy air. After walking behind the falls, through a very narrow and slippery cave area, we emerged onto the foot bridge. This bridge is only about eight feet wide, and all the young people commenced to swaying the whole seemingly flimsy structure as they traveled across its surface. For those who have driven with me, you know I have a somewhat irrational fear of flying off bridges when I am driving. Well, this swaying walking bridge engraved new fears into my feet, my heart, and my stomach. It took all I had to make it across the bridge as it was moving back and forth. Nancy reached the other side long before I did and had a bellyache of a laugh watching me try to negotiate my way across the bridge as I tried to cling to the ropes on the side. Mr.Tang crossed the bridge several minutes after us, as he was still taking photos by the waterfall. The sight of him coming at us across the bridge reminded me of a totally free and uninhibited child, for he was jumping and bouncing across the bridge with the other slap-happy young people. There is much joy and animation in Mr. Tang's face, always.

After the bridge, we had the option of hiking our way back up thousands of steps or taking the Grand Elevator. My knees were screaming after a day in the cave and a day at the waterfall, so I opted for the Grand Elevator. Nancy and Mr. Tang accompanied me, without much complaint. I have never seen such a long and elaborate elevator. Signs along the way declared that the elevator was manufactured by Mitsubishi.

By the way, we did have a bit of trouble gaining access to a hotel in Anshun. We had reserved a room at one very nice hotel, but when we arrived we were told that they do not allow foreigners to stay at the hotel. We went to about 8 different hotels before finding one with vacancy that would house foreigners. We were told that the hotel had to meet certain standards to be rented by foreigners. We were a bit befuddled because many of the hotels looked like perfectly fine accommodations. Nancy and I ended up staying in one hotel, after the manager arranged some shifting of guests to provide us a room with two beds. The staff was very gracious and accommodating. I wanted to hug the western-style toilet in the room. Mr. Tang and his driver ended up staying at another hotel, a bit less expensive, that didn't house foreigners.

"Expensive" is clearly relative. Our hotel translated into approximately $62 for the night, and this was a four star hotel. In a major city, this kind of room would cost at least $400, so we felt like we got a real bargain.

I will close for today because I am trying to get to bed before my usual 1:00 a.m. here. I vowed to get some extra sleep tonight, as I have been very tired, especially with the heat and humidity. Being with the students, though, is an energizing boost every single day. I delight in their enthusiasm and their insatiable curiosity about Westerners. This program is absolutely marvelous because it focuses on building relationships, person to person, every day. I feel so very fortunate to have made so many new friends.

I leave you with the Pinyin of a Chinese saying: yu ri ju zeng. This means, "to increase with each passing day" and often applies to the strengthening or deepening of a relationship. This is the gift that all of my students here in Bijie have given to me, and I am so grateful to them for their open hearts...

July 22 - Weekend Travels - The Zhijin Cave


Ni Hao, Dear Blog Readers!!

Ah... we have been without electricity, running water, and/or Internet access numerous times in the past several days, so it makes for difficulty in finding the right conditions to write for this blog. Once the water goes on, I am trying to quickly fill all bowls, pans, and bottles with a water reserve. Nancy, my teaching partner who served in the Peace Corps in her 20's, demonstrated how to take a "bucket shower."

When the electricity is out, we need candles to navigate our apartment at night. Apparently, Bijie experienced a period of no electricity this past winter. The supply of candles throughout the area was quickly exhausted, and they have not been replaced in the stores. However, our lovely students supplied us with several candles. They are extremely protective of us, even escorting us to our apartment in the darkness. Nancy just smiles and calls all of these outages "Peace Corps Moments." I am learning to be patient, learning to live without water and electricity. Everything just slows way down.

I expected there to be a great shouting of "Hurray" or some other form of happy exclamation soaring through the campus when the power returned. No such thing occurred. I think everyone here is very accustomed to the outages, and accommodating to them has been become a way of life. I think my celebratory exclamation when the power returned was the only one on campus.

And now, to back track a bit...

Last weekend, our facilitator Mr. Tang took us on an amazing adventure. First, we journeyed to the famous cave in Zhijin. This is about a 3-4 hour car ride from Bijie. We were traveling deeper and deeper into the countryside, and the mountain roads reminded me of some of the car rides with my Uncle Boombellock (yes, that's his name... last name is Rzemplinski, which is undoubtedly connected to Rumplestilskin) during my summers in Pennsylvania. We would go miniature golfing and then go spotting for deer, admiring their beauty via a high-powered flash light out of the passenger side window. I would then be treated to an ice cream cone, which I always regurgitated because my stomach was so queasy from riding in the back seat of the car through the switchback mountain roads. My stomach took a nostalgic trip back to the Pennsylvania of my childhood. However, before I completed the cycle, I asked to sit in the front seat of the car. This, and a bottle of Coca Cola, helped the many spasms my stomach was experiencing here in the China countryside.

The poverty in many places is indescribable. There are small villages or patches of houses along the way. Many of the houses seem to be caving in on one another. Most of the homes seem to have a rather broken down sofa inside, and perhaps a couple chairs. The living space is minimal for several people. I saw many women washing their hair with a bucket in front of their homes. There were more and more chickens and dogs as we drove further into the countryside. There are always many men and women, often very old, carrying heavy loads of water or sticks or straw on their backs. I am ashamed of complaining about the outages of electricity and water here in Bijie when I think of how difficult the lives of the people in the countryside are on an hour by hour basis.

Guizhou Province is directly south of Sichuan Province, although the epicenter of the May 12th earthquake in Sichuan is 700 miles from Bijie. I'm told that the mountain areas where the earthquake occurred are even more remote than the ones we were driving through on the way to Zhijin. This gave me a new understanding of how cut-off many of the towns and villages were when the earthquake occurred. There is still a tremendous amount of loss and suffering in the earthquake areas. However, the Chinese people are very proud of their response to the earthquake and the way in which their whole country answered a desperate need in a loving and compassionate way. They credit the national as well as the provincial governments for their leadership role in this very tragic human crisis.

Amidst all the poverty along the way, I saw so many beautiful interactions between the people in front of their homes in the villages. Grandmothers and grandfathers were playing with their grandchildren in front of many of the homes. There was a delightful and playful interplay between generations, and it was obvious that the children were enjoying the attention showered on them by their grandparents. Physical closeness seems to be a strong characteristic of their interaction, and their faces are often touching or very close to one another. Many, many smiles. Much laughter. Their body language exuded joy.

Along the villages, there were numerous clusters of plastic stools around some sort of makeshift table. Gathered around these tables were people playing cards or mahjong. As I said in an earlier blog, these games are more for the sake of "chat" than for the actual game. Catching up on local news and gossip abound during these games.It is not unusual to see very young children out alone or with two or three other children. They are walking very near the road, or in some cases playing in the road. We've seen several groups of children, looking to be about 7 or 9, playing in a lane of a highway, too.

The cars, trucks, and buses simply lay heavily onto their horns as they approach, and the children and animals are expected to move quickly out of the way. I remember when I first arrived here in Bijie how difficult it was to navigate crossing the street, as the flow of traffic is sporadic and vehicles shift from one side of the road to another at will. Now I find myself moving through the traffic, being within a couple inches of a passing car, still moving forward, and not even concerned about having my toes run over by a truck. Everyone just keeps moving, and the flow happens, even if it appears to be chaos from a distance.

The Zhijin Cave is nothing short of breath-taking and spectacular. Those words don't begin to describe the enormous underground structure that you experience in Zhijin. This is not a spelunking cave where you crawl through narrow passages dodging rats and bats. This is a palace of a cave, with many rooms. Each area has its own history and story... and many of the structures in the cave have been named after figures and moments in ancient Chinese history. I felt as if I had walked onto the set of "Lord of the Rings" at times... or into a fantasy world that would be the dream of any American film director.

As it is with everything Chinese, everywhere you look there is a new and startling vision. Every turn in the cave revealed lofty spaces of unbelievable textures and heights. The work which went into making this cave accessible to people/tourists is daunting. The many steps, which one of my students tells me numbers 999 on the tour, are beautifully crafted. In places, there are round and square stones, inscribed with beautiful carvings. To navigate the wetter parts of the cave, you move from stepping stone to stepping stone. There is a great deal of moisture, naturally, in the cave. As a result , many of the steps are wet and covered with a thin layer of mud. This day was a test of endurance for my surgery-repaired knees.

The lighting in the cave is actually quite minimal. The tour guide has a large flashlight, and there is intermittent lighting on the stairs, but they have made every effort to allow the natural beauty of the cave to simply be present for those hiking through the cave. There are a couple "rooms" which they have infused with a sort of garish red or green lighting, and there are plenty of photo stations along the way. We had the three of us photographed in a very famous area of the cave near the Warrior's Helmet. I was also able to try out the night portrait and candlelight settings on my new camera, and the effects are quite awe-inspiring. Mostly, I felt like I had been transported back in time to a magical and enchanted place, and I was in awe of the beauty of this majestic and mysterious place.
To be continued in the next blog...

I wish you moments of peace and joy today. As the Chinese saying goes, "May you have bright sun and gentle breezes in your life today..."

July 21 - Mahjong and Dancing


Ni Hao dear friends,

My apologies for being out of touch with both blog and individual e-mails for a few days now. The weekend was filled with travel to caves and waterfalls, which I will write more about in tomorrow's blog. But once back in Bijie, we found that the electricity, water, and Internet have all been out for long stretches of time. As a result, I have not been able write.

There is very much a "makes lemons out of lemonade" philosophy here. The lack of electricity surprises no one who lives here, and no one complains about the outages at all. It is simply expected that the electricity or water will be off for hours or even several days at a time. They have water buckets filled and candles ready.

So, last night in the blackout, we learned to play Mahjong. The men in our classes have been hounding us to learn the game, so they escorted us out to the male dormitories and taught us the very basics of mahjong. We played by cellphone light and candlelight for several hours. This game is very popular here, more with the men than the women. The men have a mahjong table in their dorm, the women can get one if they request it.

While the men and "the two foreign woman" played mahjong in the dark, the women, we were told, were "chatting" in their dorms. "Chatting" is apparently code for gossiping. There are at least two students attending the institute that have "fallen in love," so this is the latest topic of conversation. The man who is in love is moving very cautiously and carefully and told us that twenty class sessions is not enough to express his affections. The young woman he is enamoured with will need permission from her family to see the young man. Both are brilliant young people who take their English language studies very seriously.

There is a very strong work ethic here among the students, and they actually request homework. I feel like I am in some weird time warp, or perhaps on an episode of The Twilight Zone. Even when homework is not given, they advance themselves beyond what we have done in class or they tend to complete vocabulary studies well in advance of when we actually get to them in class.

Tonight again, with the power out once more, I spent a few hours of the evening dancing with my students out of the basketball courts outside the Student Canteen. They were working on the dance number they are going to perform for the talent show we have scheduled for Friday. It is a beautiful and graceful Chinese dance. They invited me to learn, so in a round robin style, I was able to dance with all of my students. In turn, I have taught them the song, La Bamba (and a few basic Samba moves), the Hokey Pokey dance, swing dancing, some moves to Beatles tunes, and even a Renaissance Pavanne out on the court tonight. They are very receptive to learning that contains any kind of music or movement. We even started some harmony round singing in class today, and I was lifted to a place that I have never been before listening to them sing today.

I am convinced I was fated to be here in Bijie at this moment. The match between these teachers and myself is overwhelmingly beautiful, and I am grateful to Bill Richardson, the director, for his wisdom in placing me at this particular site. Bijie is in a very remote part of southwestern China, but many of my students I am working with teach in places four or five hours further away. For many of them, coming to Bijie is very much of a luxury. These teachers work under some very difficult conditions, with far more students in each classroom than we are used to in America. They are faced with traditional exams and a very lockstep curriculum, but they are very receptive to incorporating new teaching methods into their classrooms. They want very much to engage their students with active, participatory, creative learning strategies. There are so many obstacles facing them each day, but their hearts and their wills are strong, sure, and powerful.

By the way, before coming to China, I asked my 8th graders at MacDonald Middle School to create bookmarks for my students here. The bookmarks are a huge hit, and I share a "quote of the day" along with a bookmark lottery each day. The quotes my 8th graders chose are very inspirational, and their autobiographies on the back of the bookmark are of very high interest for the students here. I have the pleasure of introducing one of my 8th graders every day via these bookmarks, and the language always yields additional vocabulary for the Chinese students. We have constructed a Word Wall in class, where we post new words, alphabetically, as we encounter them.

I introduced The Beatles to my class today. A very serendipitous event occurred regarding the lyrics to one of their songs. Last week, as you may have read, my students gave me the Chinese name Bai Ling. This is a rare songbird with a lovely voice. That night, I began to plan a brief lesson on a bird in a well-known song by the Beatles, "Blackbird." As I was preparing this lesson, I received an e-mail from my dear friend Therese, stating that she had no idea why she was doing this, but she was sending me the lyrics to "Blackbird." The universe is responsive and taking care of us in ways that I can't even begin to understand. Therese is a kindred spirit, and I always feel very blessed that she is in my life.

It is but one of many twists of fate I have experienced. While here, my husband enrolled our two youngest daughters in a Chinese Language and Culture Summer Camp offered through Michigan State University. It turned out that not only is this Camp being offered where I teach at MacDonald Middle School in East Lansing, but their particular class is being held right in my classroom! They even e-mailed a picture of their first day.

In other news from my home front, all four of my daughters had "fairy" pictures taken at a studio in Lansing. Apparently, since this is usually reserved for kids aged 3-7, it has ranked as one of the most embarrassing leotard moments in the life of my 23 year old daughter, Alicia. Allegra, my 9 year old, e-mailed me saying that if she pokes her finger deep into her belly button, it does not extend to China where she could see her Mama. 10 year old (soon to be 11) Annelise is excited about taking archery classes, which will help her with her sessions at Camp Michigania when we all vacation there in August. My 21 year old daughter Audrey is about to have a very special Pinning Ceremony as she continues in the nursing program at University of Michigan in Flint. Life goes on.

And so, permitting that the Internet is up and the electricity is on, I will continue this blog tomorrow. It is almost 1:00 a.m. now, and I need to be up and ready to teach in about five hours. I have much to share about the weekend excursion to the caves and the waterfall. There is so much natural beauty here... a new vision in every direction; a banquet for the eyes and the soul. When my feet are sloshed with mud from the thunderstorms and my legs are dusted with debris from the construction here, all I need do is look up... and my spirit is carried off into the mountains that surround Bijie. How can I keep from singing?