WWOOFing it Up in Kiwiland: organic farming in New Zealand 2012

3 years later and life brings me back to New Zealand. This time for a longer period, for a different purpose, with a different outlook on life than last time. I hope what transpires from a few years of travelling as far and as wide as possible across this beautiful country is a basic but decent knowledge and experience in organic farming, self sustainable living, and food production. Come and join me, there's loads of room in the car.

Thursday 1 October 2009

today's blog: (the reflectors version ~ REVIEW) Activists, Pragamatists, Theorists & Reflectors...



There's always one (or two) who'll have a go at you at some point, it's part of the job. Isn't it just common knowledge that good intenders get the odd kick in the stomach from the beneficiary from time to time, and might I add, totally undeserved... then why is it always still something that shakes me up and surprises me?

We're only human.

However that's no excuse and while whatever's done is done, it would be nice for society to take some collective responsibility for the mess Community Development Workers selflessly choose to make their business and try to demess. It's a selfless occupation this so why do I sometimes still feel like I'm the one who's wrong?

Yesterday I facilitated a session with the Jobseekers Network and a woman had a go at me a number of times. Why do keep asking me how I am? Go on. Ask me again how I am. I think you're the one who needs to learn something! You're telling them how to do it. I don't think you should be doing that. But anyways (patting me on the shoulder and looking at me condescendingly), it doesn't matter now. Everyone in the group is silent listening to this woman who is not feeling well mentally or physically or both laying into me for including her in the activity instead of ignoring her. I didn't ask her how she was once. I was going to say before she lay into me that 'here's your bit of paper in case you want to join in again.' The more I reflect on it, the more upset and angry it makes me.

The unamusingly funny thing about it is, that she chatted away glad on on the bus I caught out to te Atatu and like nothing had happened in the car on the way back to Henderson when we got a lift... some people are unhappy for other people's mistakes, or their own, but there's no need to perpetuate the cycle by making more people miserable, especially Community Development Workers like me... if I'm miserable it has a substantial knock-on effect on many others. It's just not fair.

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