Reflecting Courage and Compassion – a Wordle
27 Sep 2011 4 Comments
A new video has been produced by Single Arrow Productions, called “Mona’s Story” which is part of the Angels of Iran series. It sheds a more personal light on Mona’s story. Please enjoy this digital story…
This is the story that created the above Wordle:
“Mona Mahmudnizhad was a seventeen-year-old girl who was executed on 18 June 1983 in Iran, along with nine other women. She had been in prison with these other women for one year, and though she was the youngest in prison, she was the one who ‘most frequently reassured the other women and helped them to be steadfast during their periods of imprisonment and interrogation’ (Perry). During the third stage of her trial, the religious magistrate accused her parents of deceiving her with their religion, the Baha’i Faith. She responded that, though she learned of the Faith from her parents, in this Faith one adheres to religion after investigating it independently. He demanded to know why she had abandoned Islam, and she calmly and peacefully explained to him that the foundation of all religions is one, and that Baha’is uphold the truth of Islam. ‘But,’ she said, ‘if by Islam you mean the prevailing animosity , murder and bloodshed in the country, a sample of which I have seen in prison, that is the reason I have chosen to be a Baha’i ‘ (Perry).
When she was arrested with her father after a search of their home, her mother protested, and begged to know why they would take a child to prison. According to one account, one of the Guards replied, ‘Do not call her a child. You should call her a little Baha’i teacher. Look at this poem. It is not the work of a child. It could set the world on fire. Someday she will be a great Baha’i teacher’ (Perry).
On the night of their martyrdom, each woman was again given the choice to abandon her Faith and save her life. Mona asked to be the last so that she could pray for the others’ steadfastness as they faced their deaths, and so the last thing they heard in this world would be prayer. When her turn came, she was asked again to deny her Faith, ‘No,’ was her reply. She kissed the rope hanging before her and placed it around her own neck. As her soul took its flight, silence echoed through the night. Her crime had been teaching children the Baha’i Faith.”
The story of Mona Mahumudnizhad’s arrest, imprisonment and execution because of her refusal to deny her faith was first shared with me when I was fourteen. She was only two years older than me when she was arrested in Shiraz, Iran. More importantly, we shared the same faith, the Bahá’í Faith, and it was because she refused to deny that Faith that she died. It became an important story to me again last month because I learned that the seven Bahá’í leaders in Iran, who have been imprisoned for two years without access to an attorney (one of whom is Nobel Peace Prize winner Shirin Ebadi), were sentenced to ten years this month.
I am sharing this story because, though Americans are constantly made aware of Iran for its political and military aspirations, they are rarely aware of the official Iranian objective to obliterate the Bahá’í Faith from the planet. The emotions I wanted to evoke were admiration for Mona’s courage and sympathy for the plight of the Baha’is in Iran. The creative process began with trying to decide what story to tell. I heard a song about Mona, and decided that was it. In the writing of it, I had to do some research to remember details, and to decide which to include and what structure to use. Then in importing it to Wordle, I had to think about what visual impact I wanted to make. I wanted it to be a somber mood but also to illicit some of Mona’s personality. By chance, the structure that appeared when choosing the font I settled on looked like upside-down lips. It reminded me of the kiss she gave the rope that she placed around her neck before she was hung.
Finding the right story was the most challenging aspect of this assignment. It was also the highlight of the experience. Before I knew what story I would tell, I agonized. But in the telling of it I was exhilarated and compelled to do the story justice. I learned two important things from this exercise. First, let inspiration be my guide. Don’t force a story that doesn’t want to be told. Secondly, let the technology do some of the inspiration. Sometimes a random choice can be the best one. But also, don’t rely on the technology to tell the story. The words of the story make all the difference in Wordle, so choose them carefully.
The Blind Leap Back into the Periphery: A Call for Compassion
15 May 2011 5 Comments
“What was I thinking?!” It would be so easy to berate myself. I could bash my forehead on the wall for doing it to myself again- for settling.
I accepted a job as the editorial director for a city magazine I helped start three years ago.
How is that settling, you ask? Because doing so put me squarely on the periphery of writing, where I have always been, where it is safe and where I will get a regular paycheck. I could do this job well. I could help this publication develop into a world-class bi-lingual city magazine. Or at the very least, I could help make it profitable. I have the knowledge and experience in project and publishing management. I believe in the mission of the magazine. And I know good writing when I see it, and can help writers get there if they need help.
A buzz began in the center of my being after they made their first offer. I thought it was a signal to me that this was an “important” opportunity. After I accepted their final offer, my heart rate and blood pressure surged whenever I started thinking about the work. I began to lose sleep and my appetite. Was it the stirrings of love for a fulfilling career? Was it the jubilant excitement of working in my calling? No. It was anxiety, plain and simple.
Though I did well enough in the first weeks, which involved editing pieces that should have been edited months before and working late night after late night with a designer who had no time to fix errors, I found my health deteriorating rapidly. I attributed it to the extraordinary work load of working two other jobs and a full-time course load, plus mothering and wife-ing. But as one job and the courses ended, blood continued to pound in my ears, my jaw and throat clenched, and the buzz at the center of my being inched towards migraine-status. It wasn’t simply the momentum of perpetual busy-ness. Something was wrong.
Then one night I was looking at the recommended texts for an upcoming course on The Writer’s Craft. As I reviewed each book to choose the five I would use, I started to mourn the writing I would have to give up once I graduate. At some point, the insanity of that notion hit me. I went in to my husband’s office, sat on the couch, and ranted.
“I’m a writer. What I am doing editing this magazine? I’m a writer! Even if it was the New Yorker, I should not be editing a magazine. I am a writer! I am settling again, goddamnit!”
He listened patiently, with compassion, then asked me what I was going to do.
My whole life, I have found convenient, peripheral ways to write – managing the business end of an alumni magazine, writing a staff newsletter, formatting or writing technical documentation, writing copy for websites. I even found professional pursuits that would be “noble goals” and would allow me to write for non-profits – grants, promotional material, etc. But as I’ve said before, there are things I need to say. I have found my voice. I know it now, and so this blind leap into the next peripheral job nearly strangled me to death. Living close to my truth nearly killed me.
I gave my boss notice two days later. I am no longer the editorial director of a magazine. I will help finish up the planning and documentation over the next week or two, and then I am free. I am breathing easier already, and my sleep has improved. My heart even flips occasionally for joy as I take my first steps into a writing life.
So I am blogging again. And will pursue the publication of several essays. My Creative Non-fiction instructor, Jeffery Cahan, wrote of my last assignment: “Amalia, this outstanding literary analysis written in classy creative nonfiction style inspires me to suggest that you may want to write more of these (analyses) and see if any literary nonfiction websites or print publications would be interested in publishing your critiques (as well as your essays in the genre).” I’m going to cling to those words as I receive the rejections that are inevitable, and then submit somewhere else!
This requires compassion. I screwed up. I accepted a job that I was ideally suited to based on my previous experience. I am just not ideally suited to it based on the calling I am finally answering. And if I were to berate myself for that mistake, I would defeat the “Lush growth with heart/mind” that I have encouraged by this spontaneous attention to the well-being of…me.
Cop-out? I hope not…Reflections on caring
03 Feb 2011 4 Comments
I should have posted something last week on “Caring”. Yet in the last post I spoke about freeing ourselves from the “shoulds”. I created a “should” for myself without taking into consideration my life schedule.
I am at a friend’s family home in a small city near the capital of Lioaning Province. Spring Festival is upon us. We are spending time getting to know the family, resting, and enjoying wonderful food! I have no time to create a digital story about caring because I am too busy being cared for. I am also caring for our children, trying to make sure they are not-overindulged by their surrogate grand-parents, or over-disciplined by an overly critical mommy. My children are learning to care for another family’s home, and my son is learning to care for the fish in the family’s aquarium. I am learning how to take care of my responsibilities while still caring for the relationships that are so critical in this culture. I have a lot of deadlines for my coursework, but they are not as important as spending quality time with the people who consider this period as cherished as the Western Christmas holiday.
Family is important in China. A friend told me that more people are transported in China before Spring Festival (to be with family) than all the people transported during World War II. This is, of course, an uncited statistic, but it begins to explain the logistics involved in getting train tickets. You do not book them online. They go on sale at a certain time each day. But not any ticket, only the tickets for trains leaving ten or fewer days from the day. Today I bought tickets for my return trip from Shenzhen on the 10th. In two days time, I have to buy the ticket for the connecting train that leaves Heichang around 40 hours after the train I just bought tickets for. It’s confusing, and there a lot of people in line also trying to get tickets. There is a shortage because there is a shortage of trains. The government can’t justify making or buying a LOT more trains just for a two-week period every year. They care, but it just isn’t fiscally responsible.
So. My theme of caring for last week has not been explored as thoroughly as I would like, but not because I don’t care. See you all after I get back from the loooong train ride south!
Reflecting on Beauty: If I were a planter of trees
22 Jan 2011 2 Comments
in Virtues Reflection Tags: beauty, Chinese proverb, digital story, peace, VoiceThread
If there is light in the soul,
There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,
There will be harmony in the house.
If there is harmony in the house,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world.
-Chinese Proverb
Last week, I found my voice. I discovered something about beauty this week. We all have great beauty to offer to the world. This digital story is in the form of poem. I created it using VoiceThread.
My whole life, I have been asking myself, “What should I do to serve humanity?” There was always a sense of sacrifice there, as though I can’t do what I really want to do, what means most to me. I should do what will serve most. But I have been beaten nearly to death by the “shoulds” of life. Something has been niggling at my soul each time I asked that “should” question. “What about your heart? What about your dreams? What about what you have to say?” I have avoided paying attention to that voice by telling myself I was being noble and service-oriented, by wanting to speak for others. I see now that those are excuses to hide from my fear: “What if what I have to say isn’t helpful, or beautiful, or meaningful enough?”
But I am listening now, and I realize that my true voice, the voice of my heart, is most beneficial to the world. When I listen to that voice, it always helps me. Why should it not be helpful if I share that voice with others? Even if it helps only one person, I have served from the center of my being, instead of slightly off to the side with the “shoulds”. And I can be of more benefit to others if I help them find their own voices instead of speaking for them.
I was sitting with my husband in Cafe Copenhagen, a local European cafe, when I realized this. It is an elegant and delicately sophisticated place, sparsely but comfortably decorated. Colorful paintings by Danish artists accent the clean, white surroundings. I had just eaten an exquisite meal of linguini carbonara. Soulful music played quietly in the background. All that beauty was speaking to me. “This is for you! Share yours!” The thought that I had to share my voice, instead of bow to the “shoulds” that always swirled in my head, gave me such a feeling of joy and freedom that I was overcome. Tears spilled from my eyes as I laughed and laughed.
We all deserve beauty in our lives…the beauty of an orderly, balanced life, the beauty of a true voice, the beauty of a peaceful meal with loved ones, the beauty of a magnificent sunset…
When did you last share the beauty in your heart, even with yourself?
What can you do to bring more beauty into your life? Even if it’s just a few picked wild flowers on your table in the morning, see what a difference beauty makes in your life. Here are ten things you can do to bring more beauty into your world:
- Watch the sunset.
- Do the dishes for someone, (including yourself).
- When you are eating food you love, chew it thoroughly, enjoy every bit of flavor.
- Share what is in your heart with someone.
- Dance in the rain.
- Plant a tree or a flower, or just go and be with some.
- Look at your child. Really SEE her at least ten times a day.
- Breathe in deeply when you smell something wonderful. Take the time for roses or cookies or linguini carbonara.
- Luxuriate in the sensation of touch. Let the feeling of something wonderful touching your skin really sink in.
- Look for beauty in every moment. It is there. Where is it?
Reflecting Acceptance: Calm in the face of a storm of rage
04 Jan 2011 Leave a Comment
in Virtues Reflection Tags: acceptance, digital storytelling, Grant Hinden Miller, Mírzá ‘Alí-Muhammad, postaweek2011, Varqa, virtues
Varqa’s story leaped to my mind immediately when I began pondering the virtue of acceptance. Though some may not see acceptance as a virtue but rather as an action, I see it as a powerful virtue that requires many other virtues to achieve: courage, compassion, love, detachment, discipline, faith. We must accept ourselves as we are if we are to progress in our development. It takes courage to look at ourselves honestly. We must be compassionate with ourselves to break the cycle of guilt and blame. Love is possible when we are compassionate with ourselves. With that love, we can find the ability to let go of the constant desire to control our circumstances. We can more easily accept them for the lessons they are. Discipline is required to maintain that sense of serenity. And we must have faith if we are to believe that we are the beautiful, noble human beings God created, and that we can develop, we can advance. This process applies when we think of those we love as well.
So pondering Varqa’s story, and that of his son, has been helpful to me to deepen my understanding of the first virtue in this year of reflection. What are your thoughts? What lessons has your life taught you about acceptance? What lessons have other’s examples taught you?
Reflecting on Purpose
22 Dec 2010 Leave a Comment
in Practice, Tools Tags: digital storytelling, George Townshend, Louis Gregory, Lua Getsinger, Marth Root, Tahirih, virtues
There are so many stories I want to tell! I think of amazing women like Martha Root, Lua Getsinger or Tahirih. How many people really know their stories? What about Louis Gregory or George Townsend? These names are completely unfamiliar to most of the world, and absolutely beloved by a small, but growing number of people. Their stories are worth telling in a way that engages and transforms, because that is what these people did. And I keep learning new stories that are ideally suited to digital storytelling.
But here I am, stumped for whose story to tell first. I have learned many wonderful things about digital storytelling. There are so many options! This is both a blessing and a challenge. Now I am also stumped for how best to tell the stories.
So I here is what I think I will do. I will re-focus my blog on reflection. This is Looking Glass Stories, after all. But what I want to reflect are the qualities that make human beings so extraordinary: love, courage, honor, humility, truthfulness, compassion, justice.
Over the next year, I will choose virtues in alphabetical order, then find stories that reflect those virtues. Because the virtue is pre-determined, I can choose the stories as I find them, and match them with the right virtue. I can begin to plan the method of telling the story ahead of time. This will be an exercise in discipline, especially if I give myself deadline of one per week. This means I have to research the story, choose the storytelling tool and create the content in a consistent manner, no matter where I am or what I am doing. It reminds me of that great movie (that came from a blog, incidentally) called Julie, Julia. In that story, Julie Powell gives herself a challenge to make every recipe in Julia Childs’ cookbook, and write about it, one recipe each day. Pretty intense discipline, if you ask me. But that’s essentially what I want to do. I want to create something and then present the story in this blog, as I have done to some extent with Mona’s story, and with The Heart Stone. I will begin the first week of January, 2011, and finish the last week of December, to include 52 virtues, and 52 different stories. And in doing this, maybe I will begin to reflect more discipline! Ah ha! Double bonus!
Let me know if you have stories that you think reflect these virtues, listed by the week covered. (Special thanks to The Virtues Project for helping me come up with this list, and with learning more about them):
- Acceptance
- Assertiveness
- Beauty
- Caring
- Compassion
- Confidence
- Consideration
- Courage
- Creativity
- Detachment
- Determination
- Diligence
- Enthusiasm
- Excellence
- Faithfulness
- Flexibility
- Forgiveness
- Generosity
- Grace
- Helpfulness
- Honesty
- Honor
- Humility
- Idealism
- Joyfulness
- Justice
- Kindness
- Love
- Loyalty
- Mercy
- Moderation
- Modesty
- Obedience
- Orderliness
- Patience
- Peacefulness
- Perseverance
- Purposefulness
- Reliability
- Respect
- Responsibility
- Reverence
- Self-discipline
- Steadfastness
- Tact
- Thankfulness
- Tolerance
- Trust
- Trustworthiness
- Truthfulness
- Unity
- Wisdom
In the mean time, I will reflect in my next post on my favorite digital stories to date, and what they have taught me. This will tie this year up, and prepare me for the next year of focused, disciplined reflection! Wish me luck.
Reflecting Learning: A Classroom Experiment
16 Dec 2010 1 Comment
in Practice, Tools Tags: China, collaboration, digital storyteliing, ESL, yodio
I teach conversational English to sophomore college English majors in Dalian, China. We have been working on a lot of things this year, one of which has been “conversational presentation style”. It has not been easy. My students tend to be very formal when assigned a topic. What I have instructed them to do is prepare an introduction to the main issues of the topic, different perspectives about it, and then their own opinions. They should also include discussion questions for the class. But most have only presented chunks of text they found on the Internet about the topic, either through memorizing it or reading. I finally found a way for them to get talking! Using a web-based audio-visual program called Yodio, I had my students create and present personal stories from their lives. What a winner this experiment has been!
Yodio displays photos with audio you can either record by calling their 1-800 number, or by uploading a file. Each photo requires a separate audio file. There are both advantages to this and disadvantages. One major advantage is that it helped my students to create storyboards. First, they were to write a script of their personal story, then break it in to pieces and plan images to go with those pieces. After that, they needed to find pictures and record their audio.
This was the first time many of them had heard their voices recorded. It was also the first time they had heard themselves speaking English. The need to record small chunks of audio helped prevent them from getting to overwhelmed with the “record-delete-record” cycle. That cycle is also very helpful. They did their very best to make sure their pronunciation was as good as it could be. Some forgot to check whether they wrote grammatically correct scripts, but they worked very hard on making the recordings sound good. One student said he recorded his audio 50 times. His English benefitted from his efforts. The main disadvantage to having one audio file for every photo is that the students want one continuous audio line so they don’t have to worry about variations in their recordings. They also have a more difficult time including music, though some did it with some creative problem solving.
When the students deliver their Yodios to the class, I ask them to introduce it by answering these questions:
- What inspired you to tell this story? Why is it important?
- What technical considerations helped or hindered the project?
- What did you find most challenging? What was the highlight of the experience for you?
I also allowed the students who have not yet presented their Yodios to ask questions of the students who had just presented so they could learn from each other. It turned about that the students learned a great many more things than I expected. After a whole year of trying to get them to work together, they were seeking each other out to ask for help. Those with more experience using computers were offering help. One girl said that she had a great reluctance to do the project because of her fear of the computer. After the project, and help from her classmates, she found it was much easier than she expected, and though she hasn’t completely overcome her fear, she is much further down the road. They learned the benefit of planning work through the storyboard. Many reported that the highlight of the experience was going through the struggle of creating, and then the feeling of accomplishment.
Here are some of the great examples. I wish I could post all 90 students’ work here. Some worked harder than others, but they all put their hearts into their work.
Rose – tells a story with a moral
Martina – created hand-drawn pictures with Microsoft Paint for her story.
Cornelia learns to fly – a charming story from childhood
Felix tells a horror story!
Izzy donates blood
Una goes to Tibet
On a final note, one of the most heart-warming things about these stories is that they show the real China. These students tell stories from their childhoods, their studies, their failures and their triumphs. They are utterly human. Over the past 16 weeks we have discussed the purpose of life, truthfulness, the media, the war on terror, globalization. and other such topics. One conclusion that they keep coming to is that the earth is one country, that we are all its citizens, and should behave as such. I am honored to be associated with these students, and hope that you will explore their home from their perspective, through their stories. I will share your comments with them.














