Home on the Range

Hello, everyone.

My apologies for such severe neglect, but I'm finally home.

I got home Thursday night around midnight after MORE roadbumps (vomiting in the Sydney airport, several hours worth of delays, the usual). Even though I was exhausted, I didn't fall asleep until about 4:00 a.m., and I'm still adjusting to the jetlag. However, I'm home. And that's all that matters.

I went to the doctor on Friday, and they've diagnosed me. Long story short, I had a stomach bug that messed up my systems for a while and I was having a hard time getting back on track, which explained why food looked so repulsive to me: my stomach couldn't remember how to deal with it.

Anyway, I'm slowly improving. I'm keeping down whole meals with little difficulty and my energy levels are slightly more dependable (slightly: I napped for four hours yesterday). Hopefully, I'll be completely healed by the end of the week.

This may or may not be the end. Feel free to check back.

Most of all, thank you SO MUCH for following. Your support has made this whole ordeal easier to handle, and I love you all.

Love,

Maggie

In which I write something relevant

To you, my friends,

Yes, I’m still sick.

But I have an exciting announcement: today, the blog returns to its original purpose! I’m officially writing about something relevant to the Parliament! It’s shocking. If you need to go lie down, I understand.

So yesterday, I managed to make it to two sessions, both of which were relevant to said project. The first was entitled The Role of Media in Conflict Resolution, and it was a panel discussion led by Ahmed Rehab, Dr. Paul Wee, Hussein Rashid, and Karen Hernandez Andrews.

This panel contained far, far too many interesting concepts to explore here (I’ve been agonizing for an hour over which to choose), so I will whittle it down to one.

Karen Hernandez-Anderson is a Christian woman who writes for Muslim websites and works very closely with Christian-Muslim dialogue. She had some interesting insights on the availability of information through the internet. With social media, anyone can make their voice heard. Anyone can state their opinion. As a result, there is quite a multitude of opinions out there.

This means a few things. Firstly, it is difficult to get accurate information. There is no such thing as a fact-checker for the internet. Wikipedia? Maybe. The world wide web in its infinite entirety? Not so much. You must be very, very careful with what you read as fact and what you read as fabrication. “Do your research!” Karen said.

On the other hand, it is actually quite useful for people like Karen. Karen writes to facilitate healthy dialogue between Muslim and Christian people and communities. Because she has access to so many different opinions, she can actually respond to them in a more thorough way. She knows the arguments and complaints of those who oppose her pro-dialogue actions and can write more effectively against them. In opening their mouths, Karen’s “adversaries” place mediation tools directly into her hands, through social media.

I wish I could write more, but this is a blog, not a dissertation, and so I move on.

The second session was titled Blogistan: Muslims Dialogue through New Media. It was a panel session led by three young, exceedingly handsome, and fabulously funny Muslim men named Haroon Moghul, Hussein Rashid, and Wajahat Ali. You simply could not help but to be drawn to them. All three men are academics and bloggers who address political and interfaith issues in a healthy way, and each addressed their tendency to act as a three-headed unit. And if they find this and read about my admiration, so be it. Free ego boost for them. Anyway my boyfriend's still better looking.

As the Muslim hotties on this panel discussed social media, they gave some terminology to Karen's ideas. They used a term called “democratization of the media.” To reiterate: everyone can get their voice heard through social media. They also mentioned that social media also gave “a voice to the stupid.” To reiterate: anyone can get their voice heard through social media.

I found this difficult to digest (you know, because digestion is coming so easily to me at the moment) even though I heard the same idea addressed twice, and so I ask you, my readers, to answer a question that I asked in both sessions:

Social media gives a megaphone to anyone who wants one, allowing the meek to speak as well as the perverse to converse. In terms of interreligious dialogue, it both fosters communication as well as abets negative comments. Overall, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Discuss.

Much love, Maggie

Just a quick update...

Hello everyone.

I PROMISE I'll write a nice, long entry later today about everything I learned today and yesterday. I PROMISE.

Yes, I'm still sick. More sick, since my symptoms are starting to multiply. Oh boy, it is so awesome to be me. I've been giving it "one more day" for over a week now, and I'm just done.

As a result, I'm officially coming home on Thursday. I should be back in Plymouth around 8:30 or 9:00 p.m. I'm staying for the rest of the Parliament, meeting up with a friend in Melbourne tomorrow (I'll explain later), and then flying to Sydney Thursday morning and then home from there.

Yes, it is an absolute shame that this trip failed so epically. But that's life.

Thank you again for all your love and support. I love you all, and I PROMISE there will be a nice, lengthy, relevant entry later.

Much love,

Maggie

Further illness updates

Hello my lovely readers.

So here's the scoop.

After vomiting two days ago and spending all day yesterday sick in bed, I woke up this morning with rather severe stomach pain and went to the emergency room. I wasn't given a very solid diagnosis, but we've ruled out anything major and the doctor thinks it's stomach inflammation and irritation. Either way, I've been given a few meds, but not much has changed. My stomach still hurts.

The thing is, being homesick is very, very unusual for me. I suffered from a bit of it on a recent trip to Greece (though many of you know that I was quite sick on that trip, too), but at the age of 17 I was in France for a month and experienced maybe one afternoon of homesickness when I'd been there two weeks.

With this in mind, I have conferred endlessly with my loving parents and many others and we have come to the conclusion that I was sick (or getting sick) before I even came, and that's what's making me so miserable.

As a result, I'm going to see how I feel in a day or two, but if I'm not better, I'm just going to stick it out until the end of the Parliament (Wednesday), then take a train up to Sydney and fly home. To be honest, I've pretty much made up my mind that I'm coming home. I have no desire to be here anymore and I want nothing more than to be back in Plymouth. I will stay until the Parliament is over, but I have no real motive to stay anymore. I feel too rotten. There's clearly something wrong with my body and I have no choice but to listen to it.

Now that I'm thinking back on it, I have had stomach issues for the whole week that I've been here. I had trouble eating even in the L.A. airport, and that was before I even made it out of the country. Most foods other than crackers, juice, and bananas make me want to regurgitate them before they've even crossed my lips. Every time I've been made to feel better by talking to my mom or my dad or my boyfriend, I relapse into being upset because my stomach acts up again. There is clearly something more than homesickness going on here.

This trip has been, in a word, miserable. The few times I've enjoyed myself are massively outweighed by the times I've spent crying, trying to resist crying, and feeling absolutely dreadful. If I'm going to feel sick, I might as well feel sick at home where my mommy and daddy can help me.

The one thing that weighs on my mind is the feeling that this whole trip has been a waste. The planning, the money, and the excitement have all been for naught. If I go home, I'm throwing it down the drain. But would it not be equally wasteful to spend another ten days here instead, feeling absolutely wretched and wishing I was home?

It is not, as I'm trying to convince myself, a true waste. I still can experience the Parliament. I still have explored another part of the world. I still have seen a kangaroo, a koala, a platypus, and an echidna up close. I can still do my Civitas project, which is the real reason I'm here. I went and spoke again with one of the women from the Listening Room and she discussed these things with me and made me feel at peace about them. But there's one more thing.

I want to ask a favor of you.

When I come home, I really don't want to have to deal with people giving me grief for coming home early. This is my decision, one that I've made with the help of those around me, and it is not a decision that will impact the well-being of anyone at home. I will happily discuss my experiences at the Parliament and in the city of Melbourne with you, but I don't want to be scolded for my choices. If you want to think I'm a spineless coward, feel free to do so. But please, keep it to yourself. I don't want to hear it. This is all I ask of you.

Sorry for the tirade, and thank you for reading. I will continue to update.

Much love,

Maggie

Illness updates

Today I did not write a proper entry. My apologies.

I'm still sick. No longer vomiting but still very shaky and weak, with a touchy stomach. Talked to my parents (apparently my brother had something similar) and boyfriend quite a bit today... still petrifying to be sick so far away from home and with so few resources.

Hopefully will be back at the Parliament tomorrow, but we'll see.

Thank you for the prayers and support. I can feel them working!

Love,

Maggie

A breath-taking installment in the epic saga. Get excited.

Today, I apologize, but I will not write much about the sessions that I attend. My friends and lovely, lovely readers, I have quite a story for you. I hope you're prepared.

Some background: my fourth session of the day was an interactive workshop on spiritual directors, led by six women and a man from all over the the world and from all different spiritual traditions. At one point in their program, they mentioned that they were hosting another program that was taking place right after. It was a daily session called "A Listening Place Each Day," a quiet room where one could come to reflect and meditate as well as speak to the available spiritual directors.

During the program, I sat next to a wonderfully kind priest named Tim from Sydney, who was unbelievably nice to me when I had a bit of a breakdown: I was homesick and my stomach was still bothering me. Tim, thank you again.

Anyway, on to my next session. I attended "12 Steps: A Complete, Non-Denominational Spiritual Path for the 21st Century." It was mildly interesting, but I was largely preoccupied by my stomach, which was suddenly acting very, very strange.

I don't know why I decided to go to the bathroom, but it's a good thing I did, because as soon as I was in the stall, I was on my knees in my cute little Banana Republic capris, vomiting.

Yes. Vomiting in the Melbourne Convention & Exhibition Center during the 2009 Parliament of the World's Religions.

Allow me a moment of self-pity and let me say this: to find yourself vomiting, in a public restroom of an enormous venue, in a foreign country, when your bag is in another room, and the only other person you know is God knows where, and you are without a phone or any awareness of medical facilities, is very, very scary.

In between making some really cute noises, I was wondering, What am I going to do? I had no idea to whom I could turn for the help that I so desperately needed. And then I remembered the listening place, and the kindly women who promised to be there. So, once my stomach had stopped performing gymnastics, I stumbled, shaky and crying, into the listening room.

I was immediately led to a chair and surrounded by Lynette Dungan, Bernadette Miles, and Liz Ellmann, three of the kind women who had led the previous session. And for the next hour, they cared for me.

They brought me water and tissues. Lynette covered me with her shawl to help with my sudden, incessant, and violent shivering. They were understanding and forgiving of my pathetic whimpers. "I just want my mom," I sobbed. "Well," they said, "now you have three!" They asked me about home, about my parents, about my work at the Parliament, about my wonderful boyfriend, about Margaret, and more. I told them about all these things, and about my homesickness. They talked with me for an hour, keeping my mind off my illness and helping me with my homesickness. They were fascinating women, one of them from Minnesota, and I really enjoyed talking to them. When the session was over, they walked me down to meet Margaret and wished me goodbye.

These women were among the kindest, warmest people I have ever met. If they had not been there, I don't know what I would've done. But I went to them, and they cared for me as if I were their own child at a time when I may not have been able to help myself. I am so, so thankful for them, more than I can express with mere words. If you women are reading this: thank you so much for your love and kindness.

As for my illness, I'm on the mend. I'm under strict instructions from Liz, Lynette, and Bernadette to stay in bed and drink water and eat crackers for the next 24 hours, and I won't dare stray from their orders (I think they're all moms, and it's really foolish to defy a mom who is on a diagnostic rampage). Perhaps tomorrow I will write about the sessions that I did manage to attend without purging my innards. But for today, I can only be grateful for the love that I received today. And I am so incredibly grateful.

I'll keep you all updated on my condition. Thanks for reading.

Love and peace,

Maggie

The Parliament has officially begun...

The Parliament, my friends, has officially started. But first I must say, I have had a wide range of religious interaction today.

After registration this morning, Margaret and I were in a shop that sold aboriginal art. I started talking to a woman working there, telling her about the Parliament, and about the recent turmoil within the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America (ELCA) regarding homosexual, partnered pastors. This woman was very, very opinionated. She wouldn’t, as Margaret later observed, let me get a word in edgewise, and I ended up finding her rather insulting.

She was very adamantly against homosexuality at all, which is not what I have against her. That is her belief, and though mine is different, I wasn’t going to challenge her. However, she said of the ELCA, “That church cannot flourish, because God is not there.” She said this to me after I had told her that my own mother is a pastor of this church, someone who built her career and her life off of this church. People I loved were part of this church. And this woman was dismissing all of them as sinners who do not please God.

And then, from this, I went to the opening plenary of the 2009 Parliament of the World’s Religions, where everyone is accepted.

It was, in a word, amazing. There were speakers, dancers, singers, and more. We received blessings from Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Jains, Buddhists, Sikhs, Baha’is, Shintos, Aborigines, and Zoroastrians, all of them so unique. We heard incredible music from students of a Hindu music school. We saw a girl do wonderful Jain dancing. We listened to a Sikh prayer that had resounding responses from the Sikhs in the audience. All of these things that I had never experienced before were happening right in front me, and it was so amazing.

Now, a word about our seating. I was seated five seats down from Uncle Bob Randall, one of the most prominent leaders of Aboriginal people today. Drool, my friends. Drool with jealousy.

However, more fun that Uncle Bob was the man seated next to me. In a gathering of about 10,000 people, I sat down next to Brian and his wife, Julia, both of whom are from Wisconsin (for those who do not actually know me, I am from Minnesota). They were thoroughly enjoyable folk, these two, and we hope to see them again tomorrow at Communities Night. But my point is this: the world is so small! I flew halfway around the world in order to meet a couple who live mere hours away from me!

The best part of the night was Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. His Holiness is a humanitarian who works very hard for a violence-free world. He spoke at the plenary and I must say, I adore him.

He said that, these days, we see violence as a heroic thing, something to be celebrated. War heroes are decorated while peacekeepers are called feeble and cowardly. And then he spoke, with absolutely heart-wrenching honesty, about how sad this made him. How sad he was that the world had turned completely on its head, and that we no longer value the things that keep us together as a global family. This Parliament, he said, is a “family reunion,” a place to get to know each other and recreate the things that once held us together, like peace and love.

He then spoke of a thought that had come to him while listening to the orchestra. He said that while everyone played their own instrument (like the didgeridu, which is unparalleled in coolness) and sang with their own voice, they all watched the same conductor and together made one beautiful sound.

This is an extremely accurate picture of what the Parliament is trying to accomplish. Rather than fighting over our differences, we should embrace them and focus on what really matters, focus on a common goal: a happy, violence-free world.

Thanks for reading, and keep your eye on the conductor.

Love and peace, Maggie

About the Twitter updates...

Hey everyone,

For some reason, the incorrect Twitter feed is showing up on my page. I've removed it for the time being, so I apologize if you were following that. You can always get updates on your phone if you go to www.twitter.com, and follow maggieolsonpwr.

Again, sorry about that.

So far today, Margaret and I have checked in for the Parliament, and we're going to opening plenary tonight! We've met some very interesting people! More later tonight.

Love and peace to all, and thanks for reading.

Maggie

Combatting homesickness...

Another day has passed in Melbourne. Not much to report… though, I will admit, I have been extremely homesick.

The funny thing about being homesick is that I never wanted to admit to it. I always felt like I was far too adventurous to be homesick to the point of a stomachache, and like only the weak suffered from being homesick. After all, I’ve braved weeks at summer camp, a month in France, and over a year at college without any trouble. Why would I get homesick? I felt pathetic. And then I talked to my mother, which is, though I sometimes hate to admit it, one thing that always makes me feel better.

The way she put it, homesickness isn’t anything to be ashamed of. It just happens. We grow so attached to the people and places and things in our everyday lives that we are positively ill without them. I think my own tummy ailments are a combination of homesickness and something else (I’ll spare you the details), but I know that my longing for home is a contributing factor. Homesickness is really, really hard.

Needless to say, my mother made me feel a little better, but I still was tearful and unhappy and struggling. Margaret, then, had the brilliant idea of getting hold of Kaleb.

For those of you that don’t actually know me, Kaleb is my boyfriend. Again, I’ll spare you the details, but Kaleb is the single best thing that has ever happened to me and I love him more than I can say. As a result, I think he is the reason I’m more homesick than I ever have been before. He was online, and we talked for more than two hours. As a result, I feel much, much better, and I think my stomach is on the mend.

However, it did make me think. I’m going to be candid: at one (okay, more than one) point I was so upset that I was curled up on my bed in tears, paralyzed by my longing for home and for Kaleb. My mother suggested that I find a pastor or a nurse, someone who could help me. For a while (and I still haven’t ruled out the idea, should it become necessary), I thought about finding a church.

I do not consider myself a Christian, which is an explanation too long for this post. However, I still wanted to see a pastor. I almost felt lonesome for the love and support a pastor can provide, just as they always did in my childhood and high school years. I knew that I could cry and cry and cry and pour out every little thought in my mind and a pastor (for the record, my mother is a pastor) would listen and care for me. I think Kaleb and my mom alleviated that need, but I’ll keep it in mind (Thanks, guys. I love you both so much).

Maybe homesickness can apply to more than just distance and time. Maybe it can be applied to a lifestyle now gone. I do not plan to revert to Christianity in the near future, but I still think of pastors as those who can give me the love and support I needed while I feel so low. Does this apply to all spiritual leaders? People must love rabbis, imams, bodhisattvas, and the like just as much as I loved Pastor John and Pastor Paul as a child. Perhaps the Parliament will surround me with the loving, supportive people who are so needed by bruised souls and heal me. Cross your fingers for me. Or, if you wish, pray.

Thanks for reading. Parliament starts tomorrow!

Love, Maggie

First post in Australia!

So here we are! Australia!

I apologize for not having written. There were several circumstances that prevented me from writing even a remotely insightful and cogent blog entry: extreme exhaustion, lack of motivation, and a stomach issue that is only now starting to let up. Fear not: we’ve figured out the problem. I haven’t been eating properly.

Anyway, much to report. I’ll try to save you my ranting and get down to the good stuff.

Our hostel, the Nunnery, is hilarious. It’s literally a refurbished nunnery, and moderately tacky religious art still brightens the walls. It’s hardly fancy, but has a laid-back, amusing community feel to it. The floors are old wood, the walls have cracks, and the staff is referred to as the nuns, as in, “The nuns have a no-refund policy” (a sign by the front desk). There is also, I am ecstatic to say, a kitty! He is referred to as Brother Francis, and he is darling. He roams about as he pleases.

We’ve already done some city-hopping. We’ve shopped around in our chunk of the Melbourne area, and we went to the zoo today. I’ve had a small revelation: echidnas are hilarious and endearing, like little bears with spike armor. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Google it.

The most unusual of our many finds was Hares and Hounds, the bookstore. We weren’t really sure why there were so many books about sex and homosexuality and so many postcards with naked men strutting their stuff on them, but then the person with large breasts AND a beard walked in, and we realized it was a GLBT bookstore. Though it was, I admit, a little strange at first, Margaret and I decided “Good for them!”

We’ve already run into quite a few people who are preparing for the Parliament, but I’ll talk about them tomorrow. For now, we’re tired again, for jetlag is a wrathful foe until it is conquered. So thanks for reading, and keep doing so. Much love to all.

Maggie

In the midst of our travels...

Currently, Margaret and I are sitting in the Chicago airport. One flight down, three to go, and the excitement is brewing like Felix Felicis on Friday the 13th.

So far, we have only experienced two airports and an hour-long flight, and already epic events have ensued. For example, the first official Australia Trip Quote (ATQ) occurred. As Margaret and I were boarding our flight, we noticed that the first class passengers got to walk on a red rug as they scanned their tickets while we economy class folk had to walk on the bare carpet, which was a much less pleasing color (imagine if someone vomited granite). Margaret was saying how inconsiderate she found this gesture, and I myself uttered the first ATQ:

"I feel like such a peasant!"

Much giggling followed. We also experienced our first Remarkable Sighting (RS), in the Minneapolis airport. As we waited to board our plane, a tall man walked by wearing jeans, boots, a button-down shirt, sunglasses, and a haircut and muttonchops so Elvis-esque that they would've put the King himself to shame.

As if Mr. Presley wasn't enough, he was accompanied by a none-too-small woman dressed in head-to-toe brown-based animal print garb. Margaret cunningly referred to her as his "cougar," as she was getting up there in years.

Truly a trip highlight. And we haven't even left the Midwest.

However, the real excitement leaves peasantry, Presley, and prints looking pale in perspective. Just moments ago, I saw a woman looking through a magazine with the same color scheme as the Parliament program book, and I felt a jolt in my stomach. This is really happening! Margaret and I are on our way to a historic event, one that brings together religious leaders and students from all over the globe in an attempt to foster communication and understanding, a concept once unheard of. This truly is history!

We probably have 24 hours of travel yet ahead of us. But it'll be worth it.

Keep watching our Twitter feed, to the right of the post.

Peace. And thanks for reading.

Maggie

P.S. To those who have witnessed me at my vertigo-laden worst, I had NO vertigo on the flight! Thanks to God, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Lakshmi, Ganesha, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster!

The Parliament looms ever closer...

My apologies. I have not written.

I've been busy packing, finishing up school, etc. Currently, I'm at home sitting on the couch, wiggling a piece of yarn for the newest member of our family: Wedge, the (more than) slight fat tabby.

Another apology: this blog will not be particularly insightful. Rather, it will be an outlet for me to vent the excitement I'm feeling now that the entire program book for the Parliament has been released. I've been inhaling it for the past few minutes, and talking here will prevent me from spouting nonsensical cries of joy like "Squee!"

Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time. THE PROGRAM BOOK IS RELEASED! There are lists about speakers, nametags, programs, venues, eateries, and more, and I'm in pluralist heaven.

Care for a sample?

The daily schedule looks something like this:

8:00-9:00 a.m. Morning Observances
--coming from a huge range of religious traditions, and all are welcome to participate in any
9:30-11:00 a.m. Intrareligious Programs
--single religions have a chance to speak out
11:30 a.m.-1:00 p.m. Interreligious Programs
--multiple religions converge with goals of communication and understanding
2:30-4:00 p.m. Engagement Programs
--discussion of crucial topics in our world and our approach to them as diverse religious peoples
4:30-6:00 p.m. Open Space
--space for "informal discussions"
7:30-9:00 p.m. Evening Plenary
--keynote speakers, performances, etc.

I have a sizable list of programs, discussions, and workshops that I would like to attend, but here's a few that I'm thinking about.

12 steps: a Complete, non-Denominational spiritual Path for the 21st century
Quite frankly, this looks fascinating. The program description says that it fits with any faith tradition, and it enables people to maximize their spirituality without getting caught up in specific theology. As someone who is (I admit) religiously unidentified, this seems like a good way to find some grounding. To quote, the program will "reveal the Steps as a potentially radical, contemporary spiritual tradition for the 21st century."

The Spiritual Tradition of Scientology

Margaret and I are both planning on attending this panel discussion, simply because we are curious. It could be really fascinating or really weird. Or both. However, it should answer some questions. And maybe Tom Cruise will be there!

The Role of Media in Conflict Resolution

As one who is toying with the idea of journalism, I'm particularly intrigued by this program. The panel discussion will focus on the idea of various media sources, such as broadcast, print, and internet (blogs?!), to foster interfaith communication and understanding. So, basically what I'm trying to do right now.

Blogistan: Muslims Dialogue through New Media

This one has "blog" in the title. Why would I not go? But seriously... this discussion focuses on avenues such as Facebook and Twitter and how they are being utilized to connect Muslims across the globe and eradicate prejudice and stereotypes. I'm hoping to learn a lot from this session, since social media has become a bit of a fascination for me.

The Hazards of Writing about Religion

This is an experience of writing about religion through a nontraditional channel, acting as a reporter of sorts. If I enjoy it enough that I want to try and find a career in the same general category, I should perhaps learn what I'm up against. This discussion addresses issues of remaining faithful to one's own religion as well as the difficulties of illustrating complex faith issues with few words. I think I will learn a lot.

This, my friends, is just a mere peek. But fear not: every event I attend will be reported and discussed.

I should probably go to the bathroom before I wet my pants in excitement. Thank you so much for reading, and stay with me!

THREE. DAYS.

Peace,

Maggie

An Explanation about Twitter

For the technologically impaired, I'm going to explain Twitter, and how I'm using it for the Parliament.

If you look to the right of this post, there is a box that says "Twitter Updates," and has a short list of blurbs and sentences.

Twitter, to quote the ever-reliable Wikipedia, is "a free social networking and micro-blogging service." A "tweet," or the micro-blog, is a little blurb of 140 characters or less submitted by a user via internet or cell phone. If you choose to follow a certain user, their tweets will show up on your home page (or be delivered to your cell phone as a text message) as they come in. For those of you familiar with facebook, this is similar to continuous status updates.

The box that you just looked at, to your right, is my Twitter feed. Since I'm assuming most of you don't want/have an account, you can see my updates here. I will have my cell phone with me at the Parliament, and will send frequent tweets to tell people what I'm up to.

For example, when you see "Hearing the Dalai Lama speak!" you will all become nauseous with jealousy.

If you wish, it is possible to set up Twitter on your cell phone and receive tweets (including mine) as soon as they occur, right on your cell phone.
www.twitter.com
My username: maggieolsonpwr

Either way, I encourage you to keep an eye on the Twitter box as you read the blog. I'll be doing some cool stuff with even cooler people, and I'd love for you to be a part of it!

Thanks for reading! I'll be back soon!
Love,
Maggie

An errant thought about the upcoming Parliament

A story: I tutor a 38-year-old lawyer in French every Thursday. He wants to have a retirement home in France, and so is auditing a French class at my school to learn, and found me through our professor (who is among my favorite people on the planet) so he could get extra help. His name is Sean, and he's pretty fun to tutor because his view on life is so different than mine.

Sometimes, though, he can be a royal pain (Sean, if you're reading this... désolé).

Today, I was helping him write a short paragraph for his homework. He was attempting to convey an idea in a fairly complex sentence structure, one I feared he hadn't actually learned yet. I was trying to explain to him how it worked, and he didn't understand. He kept trying to use a word/conjugation that would only apply in a different context. We went back and forth for quite a while before we simply settled on a far simpler way to say the same thing.

Later on, when I was daydreaming about the Parliament instead of paying attention to conversation at supper, I thought back on this, and realized how much it really related to the Parliament and our goals there.

Comparisons
19-year-old college student, avid blogger, and hummus-loving closet hippie versus 38-year-old lawyer, father, recreational hunter, and (I suspect) workaholic OR this religion versus that religion versus those religions

Fighting over grammatical structure OR fighting over beliefs and truths

Attempting to resolve a minimal dispute in a college café OR attempting to resolve grand disputes in the largest exhibition/convention center in the world

A simple resolution solved one issue. Can it solve the other?

There is one discrepancy in my comparisons. I believe that all religions, regardless of how different or unique or weird (yeah, I said it) they are, contain truth. I wouldn't dare say how much truth, since I hardly consider myself worthy to make such a judgement, but truth nonetheless.

And Sean's argument was, in fact, wrong. As his tutor, I have the right to say this. A very small degree of power to go to one's head, but I digress. The man could sue me for tax evasion, and he would undoubtedly win, so I exploit authority where I can.

Nine days. And we're on our way. Peace be with you.

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Why a blog?

Forgive me for momentarily deferring from my normally erudite and philosophically profound thoughts (ha!), but I suddenly felt the irrepressible urge to explain why I am writing a blog.

This is indeed a rather strangely timed post - it is currently twelve minutes past midnight. I have just recently returned from the movie Julie and Julia, based on the book by Julie Powell. Both are about her experience keeping a blog while cooking her way through all 524 recipes of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking. The book and the movie were both absolutely fantastic.

There's something about the way Julie Powell writes. I highly doubt I am the first to say this, but she is so REAL. So HONEST. She's never afraid of saying that which is entirely true. She admits her faults, her thoughts, her existence.

And, while we're on the subject of admitting, I admit that I am a phony follower, one who loved her only after reading her book. I never read her blog - I wasn't much of a blogophile at the age of twelve, when it was launched. But her book is among my favorites despite one magazine's declaration of it as "sickly sweet." But they're too busy writing about orgasms to appreciate how wonderful it is, so who cares?

My point is, I would like to write like Julie Powell. I'm just trying to find my subject matter. Julie writes about cooking and food and her relationship with her husband, Eric, while being utterly, sinfully hilarious and thoughtful all at once. Meanwhile, I flail around blindly for a topic that allows me to release my creative licenses with hopes of paralleling her.

Religion is my first try. Perhaps I will not be able to unleash as much as I would like to, but it's worth a shot.

Ten days until the Parliament. Keep following me, and thank you.

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The Project.

And so the countdown begins.

In 15 days, I'm boarding a plane with my best friend Margaret and we are going, just the two of us, to Australia for almost three weeks to attend the Parliament of the World's Religions.

What, you ask, is the Parliament of the World's Religions? In a nutshell.

The first Parliament was held in 1893, a gathering designed to bring together religious leaders and influential figures in "the world's largest interreligious gathering." With the goal of creating love and harmony among the many different religions of the globe, the Parliament aims to spur understanding and respect among differing beliefs.

This year's Parliament takes place in Melbourne, Australia, from December 3rd to the 9th. The theme is "Hearing Each Other, Healing the World." The theme reflects upon the prevalence of environmental activism and awareness and its growing importance in our society, promoting this movement while fostering interreligious dialogue and communication.

Attendants can choose from over 650 lectures, interactive workshops, panel discussions, and more over the course of the Parliament. There will also be plenaries, artistic and musical performances, and religious observances for attendants to watch and participate in.

Expected attendants include: the Dalai Lama, Sri Sri Ravi Shankar, Margot Adler, Thich Nhat Han, and other incredibly amazing people.

Want to know more? http://www.parliamentofreligions.org/index.cfm

Now the next question: why am I going? Why is a 19-year-old college student with majors in English and French and a minor in Journalism running across the world with her friend to hang out with religious big shots for a week?

The Augustana College Civitas Program is a special honors program designed to broaden academic horizons and encourage students to expand their outlook as global citizens. The Civitas program is why we are going.

Civitas students are required to do a project about vocation during their time at Augustana. The program gives unique opportunities to experience students' potential future career fields in a new and exciting light. Some students have gone to conferences, done summer research, etc., and Margaret and I are going to Australia.

The details of my project are far too extensive to be listed just yet, but I'll give you a preview. With the help of several professors at Augustana, I've decided to do a project centering around the relationships between religion and society that are built and fostered by means of social media. I'll be studying through Facebook, Twitter, blogging, and more, assessing reactions and comments made by followers regarding the Parliament as well as other religious gatherings and communities.

So please: follow me. Follow my blog, my Twitter, my facebook. Leave a comment. Come back often. Leave another one. Or twelve. Tell your friends. I don't care if you're my friend, my family, my acquaintance, my nemesis, or someone I don't even know.

Be a part of this with me. I truly want to hear what you have to say.

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15 days!