The sounds of drumming and howls of voices
and marimba beats coming from the village wake me this morning. The roosters
join the commotion only after the ceremony begins and the whippoorwills,
geckos, and outrageous blackbirds come later. It is Saturday morning and a spiritual
gathering; perhaps even a fire ceremony is taking place up on the hill. The audible
hum of this place is exceptional. Wild pigs, chickens, roosters, goats, and a
multitude of very unusual birds, along with various human chatter, make up a cacophony
of sound unlike any I’ve ever experienced. Children, so many children, playing
in the streams and hills around the village round out the resounance of life
here.
We have spent the last few days here
playing and working with kids at Nuevos Mayas School, (www.NuevosMayas.com) servicing students in
kindergarten through 12th grade. There are approximately 100 students attending, all of whom
receive sponsorship from an outside source. Many of the students live too far
from this remote village to trek back and forth, and so provision for room and
board is necessary for the 25 students who live here. Others return to their
homes each day, helping to support family farms and community businesses.
We are in the western highlands of Guatemala in a small village
called Ixil (pronounced Eesheel), one of the villages in the Nebaj region. Here the
people are known for their tenacity and their relentless attempts to stay
close
to their Mayan cultural practices. Their focus
is living in complete harmony with the environment. Their resourcefulness is
apparent here and the lively fiestas held in honor of patron saints and Mayan
deities round out their existence. There has been history of extreme brutality
here and almost everyone we meet has history of familial genocide and atrocity.
They are recovering!


Young boys and girls are encouraged to
come, live here, and be schooled. The curriculum focuses on basic subject areas
and also concentrates on promoting and highlighting the history and culture of
the Mayan Indigenous people. It is definitely a place of hope and growth! The
youth here are happy, energetic and appreciative.
Students come exclusively by sponsorship,
and the school functions by donations. Needless to say, the resources are
scarce and teaching practices are weak. Trained and qualified teachers who can
find employment elsewhere rarely choose such a remote and depressed area. The administration is young and generally
ignorant of simple pedagogy. It is not unlike trying to find good teachers for
under-privileged communities in Canada.
Volunteers are welcome. The visitors’ accommodations
are basic. There is no heating and the showers offer tepid (at best) trickle with
water. And the nights are very
cold!
The dormitories where the students sleep
are similar, although the kitchen also has a large communal dining area. As gringos
we have been warned to avoid the food they cook. The repeated use of beans and
tacos and concern for the water makes it necessary for us to bring our own food
supplies. There is no refrigerator, but it doesn’t really matter because it is
cold enough to keep all of our perishables by leaving them next to a (closed) window.
Gringos repeatedly get sick, even those that frequent the area and are used to life
here.



Whatever strategy we used in the classes allowed
for communication through verbal dialogue, written word, music and drawing. Regular
Yoga sessions lead by our friend, Maalaa, were enthusiastically attended and seriously
practised by many.


Xix feels a bit different today. Many of
the students with whom we shared time with this week, have gone to their homes.
There, they will help with family chores for the weekend, and, perhaps work to
help support their families.
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