By Moonyeen King
President of the Board for Tepehua
A few columns ago, it was stated we slipped into 2020 without the sky falling. The sky fell. The dreams we had for 2020 drastically changed by circumstances beyond our control. But we found it wasn’t beyond our control entirely, with a Nation’s effort we can thwart the epidemic of coronavirus with a cure of common sense. We cannot bring back this time that we could be bringing plans to fruition and achieving the things we set out to do, or bring back beautiful lives that succumbed to the beast, a viral we have probably met before that tricked us by morphing and using a different face, but it has got our attention. Pandemics tend to do that. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling us to slow down, think of planet earth and how we are ignoring its needs, trampling on its bounty, so ungrateful, nature urging us to think about our fellow man, the man we should be helping to survive because we need him in the long run. Or maybe its nature’s need for thinning the population so that we stop turning on each other for lack of space.
In Ireland in 1817 to 1819, there was the great Potato famine and Typhus, caused by excessive rainfall. It claimed 65,000 lives. Then, the pandemic of cholera in 1832 taking another 50,000 people. Later in 1889 came the Russian flu pandemic that took 1 million lives world wide. In the 1800’s the lack of hygiene in Ireland and England, and Europe in general, were breeding grounds for contagious diseases.
This column would like to share with you a poem that could have been written for today, but written in the 1800’s by Kathleen O’Meara. A Rotarian sent it from Ajijic to a Rotarian friend in Lincoln, USA and it finished up with this author, a Rotarian in Chapala. Full circle.
and the people stayed at home
and read books and listened
and rested and exercised
and made art and played
and learned new ways of being
and stopped and listened deeper
someone meditated someone prayed
someone danced someone met their shadow
and people began to think differently
and people healed
and in the absence of people who lived in ignorant ways
dangerous, meaningless and heartless,
even the earth began to heal
and when the danger ended and people found each other
grieved for the dead people
and they made new choices
and dreamed new visions and created new ways of life
and healed the earth completely
just as they were healed themselves.
KATHLEEN O’MEARA. 1800.
Tepehua Community Center is closed until further notice, but the Tepehua Medical Center is open for business as usual. In times like this it is even more essential the less privileged have somewhere to go for help. We are picking up donations of any kind at your home, or by appointment we can meet you at Tepehua Treasures, closed by local Government request. Our little shop the main source of income for the Community Center.
We thank all our supporters who have enabled us to be prepared for catastrophes such as this one.
This will pass, and I hope we remember what this teaches. Follow the rules and be safe.
For further information call Moonie @ 376-763-5126.
MOONYEEN PATRICIA KING
Column: Profiling Tepehua
Settled in Mexico 13 years ago. The intention was to retire into the arts as a writer, poet and painter...that didn’t happen. Beneath the smiles of the peoples of Mexico there was such a great need for change, especially for the women and children of the barrios, Moonyeen has dedicated these years to change the face of this little corner of the world. The work done by the volunteers of the Tepehua Community Center is teaching that change is possible anywhere. Moonyeen was portrayed as “Woman of the Year,” also two Paul Harris Rotary awards for the work done at Tepehua. “Life in Mexico is very fulfilling. The Mexican people give so much more to us immigrants than we can possible return.