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Squatty Potties


Since I spent class tonight demonstrating why certain digestive ailments are called “the runs”, I thought this was as good a night as any to do the potty post.

Westerners make a big deal about squatty potties.  Especially women.  I don’t know why.  We all know that every public toilet in America is technically a squatty potty- only requiring far more strength and balance to maneuver than the ones here.  As one of the faculty said tonight at dinner, “If I’m in a public bathroom that’s gonna be grimy anyway, I’d take a squatty potty over a western restroom ANY day.” We all nodded in knowing agreement.  You don’t have to worry about coming in to contact with anything.  I know one of my pet peeves is how small the stalls are in the states.  Too often, I have to lean against the toilet just to shut the door.   Not so in a squatty.  There’s nothing to have to move around.  And you don’t have to have ninja moves and amazing balance to be able to flush without touching anything- the flushing mechanism is usually a foot pedal.  Additionally, squatty potties are much MUCH better for your pelvic floor than a sitting toilet is.  Ask any Physical Therapist.

squatty potty

I’ve been to several places with squatty potties.  My first was Japan.  Theirs were cool- often on a sort of step-up thing where you could put a seat down and sit if you wanted to, or put your feet into the little feet grooves and squat.  Turkey also has squatties.  Like all Muslim countries, there are water spigot/hoses in every bathroom to clean yourself off with.  Loved those.   I also ran into them in a few Eastern European countries.  I want to say Romania had them.  I think Hungary did in some places too…  So the idea of squatties didn’t bother me- until I started hearing horror stories about some of the public girls’ toilets on campus.

Just so you know- the Chinese think sitting toilets are disgusting- and their logic isn’t something I can argue with.  The idea that we would sit down naked on a place where other people sit down naked –even people we know– grosses them out completely.   I get it.  I’m used to it- but I get how that’s foul, foul, foul.  Used to totally freak me out in the Czech Republic that the girls would wear such short skirts with thongs – so their bare butts are sitting on the chairs.  Didn’t know how anyone could wear shorts—let alone thong underwear—when you know the seat you’re sitting on has had bare butts on it all day long.  One of the things I’ve learned travelling is that we’re ALL gross, really.  Which is probably why foreign faculty is totally comfortable having potty-talk at the dinner table.  It all started with talking about the toilet-training toddlers with their split pants that will just squat and go wherever.  I saw a little girl squat and pee in the middle of European Square the afternoon before.  It’s shocking to the Western eye, but in watching some of my friends struggle with potty training, I recognize it’s a brilliant tactic to raise awareness for the child.  There’s no lying when asked “Do you need to potty?” when the kid’s got pee (or worse) going down their leg.

But all that said, I’ve been amazed at my body’s ability to hold on and get me back to my room most times.  I’ve got all kinds of issues and am one of those people that can easily go every 30 minutes.  It’s annoying.  It was one of my many many fears about coming here… and all the horror stories I’d heard about how dirty the toilets are didn’t help.  I’ve been amazed and grateful for my body’s sudden ability to hold on.   Tonight was one of the nights when I had to run in the middle of class, though.  My stomach is just NOT okay here. I don’t know what the deal is.  I’ve even had upsets with the food I’ve personally cooked.  Is there wheat in the ground fennel? The ground cumin?  Because everything else I’m using is totally fresh veg and herbs.  It’s got me living in fear, I tell you.  Living in fear.

The bathrooms do smell horrific.  The odor will knock you over.  But its not because they’re dirty.  Its because the plumbing can’t handle tissue, so you have to put your tissue in the bin there in the stall.  You know how people are.   If it was covered, it’d be all over the floor—which really is gross.   So in public bathrooms, the bins are open.  It doesn’t take long for it to smell like a diaper pail.  I don’t know how often they empty the bins, but I don’t know that it would make that much difference.  The one in my room has a foot-pedal lid.  I empty it often, but it is a daily battle with the smell. I keep a spritzer bottle with doTERRA Purify there on the bathroom counter.

Once I realized the smell is coming from the tissue bins and not because of filth, I was fine.  Glad I had this awareness early on.  It’s made life easier.   And spared me the humiliation of being that obnoxious American shrieking and freaking out in the bathroom (which I have run into a few times).  Just make sure you keep a package of face tissue in your bag at all times, and don’t forget your hand sanitizer—Not all places have soap and water…

Is that Meritocracy I see in that Burial Chamber?


J’s parents came to visit me weekend before last.  I love these people.  The sound of his mom’s voice just feels like warm sunshine.  She reminds me of my friend Rahima in Holland- graceful and light, generous and kind.  She has the same gentle inflection in her voice and upturn to the end of her sentences.  She’s a straight talker and gets right to business.  Meeting her allayed my fears that some day J’s patience would turn and I’d be on the receiving end of how I’m too… too… too…  He’s used to women that don’t have a problem taking charge. His dad is this adorable Hunan absent-minded professor type.  Everyone in the family calls him “Uncle Bear” since his last name sounds like “bear” in Mandarin.  He laughs all the time.  I usually have no idea what’s tickled his funny bone, but I’m always glad to hear the result.  The fact that I don’t usually know what he finds so funny makes the laughter that much more delightful.

It meant a lot to me that they were coming to Xinzheng from Shanghai to see me.  In the 20 years I’ve lived away from Memphis, I’ve had 2 visits from family- both from my mother, and both to actually see my son, not me.  I was absolutely giddy with excitement, and the students got in on it.  They bought flowers for them and wrapped them with care, and we made a card and bought little presents to give them at the airport.

Their flight was delayed more than 4 hours, so we ended up not meeting them at the airport after all, and instead had everything in their room for them when they got in.  Their flight was equally delayed when they left—which has me nervous about making my connecting flight in Seoul on my way out next week.  But that’s another matter…

In anticipation for their visit, I got a copy of Gary Todd’s book about this region. Gary is a history professor here at SIAS, and has written a book for laypeople about the deep and rich history of the Henan province- the birthplace of Chinese civilization.  Here in Xinzheng, where there are more than 600,000 residents but everyone refers to it as a “small town”, there is the burial site of a duke from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty (770BC-256BC).  He buried himself as a king- including 7 dings and wine vessels instead of the 5 that his station called for.

The burial spot of the Duke.  You can see the vessels around him.  The magnificent lotus & crane vessel is there in the corner.

The burial spot of the Duke. You can see the vessels around him. The magnificent lotus & crane vessel is there in the corner.

Asian culture is very specific about stations of rank, and the Chinese are no exception.  In ancient times, the amount of food and wine vessels and the other supplies that someone was buried with were regulated by their rank.  In some dynasties, even the animals that one was allowed to have on their vessels and dishwares was determined by station. As for the dings and vessels, Emporers had nine, Kings had seven, and so on.  The man found in the site in Xinzheng was actually the equivalent of a Duke, but buried himself as a King.  His fiefdom did very well under his rule, so he believed he deserved it.  The idea and attempts at meritocracy pop up again and again in the Chinese history I’ve learned while here.  (For a more modern treatment, the TED talk by Eric Li is very interesting)

Though apparently, the King he’d defeated in a battle at the beginning of his career didn’t agree with the Duke’s self-placement.  He buried “ugly people”, as the guide told us, at a higher level to ruin the feng shui of the gravesite.  I am often amazed at how people with so much power can be so insecure, and this little tidbit from the guide got me pondering this again.  That insecurity is the basis of greed.  It drives someone to think that no matter what they have, its not enough.   How often do all of us struggle with not feeling we are enough or have enough?  If its important to us to not be cruel, unjust, greedy and so many other qualities, then we must wrestle with the voice that tells us we’re not enough and don’t have enough that will drive us there before we know it.  Tyrants don’t see themselves as tyrants—they see themselves as victims.

The unwanted of that society- the old, sick, and handicapped- were buried at a higher level many years later. You can see the buried chariots and the Duke-King’s chamber at the bottom.

The unwanted of that society- the old, sick, and handicapped- were buried at a higher level many years later. You can see the buried chariots and the Duke-King’s chamber at the bottom.

Horses were put in first, then the chariots were put on top of them.  The chariots were dismantled so that other souls couldn’t use them in the afterlife.  When the grave was initially discovered and then later opened in the 1970s while apartment buildings were being built, the red paint of the chariots was still visible.  The air oxidized it so quickly that the paint can be seen no more.  I heard a few stories about paintings and fabrics changing and disintegrating seemingly instantaneously upon opening chambers and vaults.  For this reason, you’ll find many sites that haven’t been opened yet.  Having learned their lesson, they’re waiting until they can fully protect the articles inside once they’ve opened it before they unseal any more.

crane and lotus ding

Crane and Lotus ding excavated from Xinzheng

Crane and Lotus ding excavated from Xinzheng

The Crane & Lotus piece is the reason that the Provincial Museum of Henan was established in Zhengzou.  We headed there the next day.  Google maps said it would take us 45 minutes.  It took us more than two hours.  Zhengzou isn’t far, so getting to the city went quite quickly.  We’re in the harvest season, so the freeway was covered in corn.  First they shuck the corn.  The husks and cobs are later burned with other harvesting debris beginning  October.  There is a heavy soot that hangs in the air and gets on and into everything, I’ve heard.

corn on road

Then they separate the kernels and spread them out to dry.  In many places, they’d spread out over a full lane of the highway.


The next step is crushing and grinding the corn into meal.  There are many creative ways to do this- Kristine saw a motorcycle being used on her trip.

I can neither confirm nor deny that this moped was used to grind corn...

I can neither confirm nor deny that this moped was used to grind corn…

At one point, I saw a woman on a moped on the freeway with a 15 month-old toddler standing up between her legs as she rode along.  I couldn’t get my camera on fast enough to snap her picture as we passed by.  And we look back on the days of kids unbuckled in the back seat as being reckless!  I can’t help but wonder if the emergency room is full of toddlers that have tumbled off the moped in such a situation, or if it happens no more frequently than the accidents we have even with all of our straps and restraints and such.  I just can’t imagine such a little one staying still that long—but I guess they learn quickly about consequences if they don’t do what mom says…

But while we’re on the subject of things-seen-out-cab-windows, I thought I’d share this one with you:

pet store

This is a pet store.  At least I hope it is.  There are birds, parrots, kitties, puppies, rabbits and turtles on that truck-icle.  I saw this on the road leading up the museum in Zhengzou.  Zhengzou is the capital city of the province of Henan.  It is big, noisy, polluted and overly full with cars.  Traffic was wretched on a Sunday.  It took less than 30 minutes to get in to Zhengzou, but it took well more than an hour and a half to get to the museum once in Zhengzou.

We were told by the folks at the front desk here in Peter Hall that the train didn’t really go close to the museum, so by the time we bus-train-train-bussed it, it would be faster & easier to just hire a car.  Stuck in traffic, I wondered which was more bothersome.  The cab didn’t have air so we were either blown away by the air, or choking on the stagnant air.  The difference in air quality between Zhengzou and Xinzheng is significant.  I went straight into the shower when I got home—I just felt so grimy and disgusting.  Most Chinese take their showers at night for precisely this reason.  They don’t want to go to bed covered in grime, but slip into bed clean.

apartment building entrance

This was an entrance to an apartment building.  The name comes from a poem that was made into a (not so) mini-series, and is often used for dwelling names, even though the story itself was full of betrayal and all sorts of drama and intrigue.  We all like a pretty name, don’t we?

beijing peking duck

This is a famous Beijing Peking Duck chain.  The big plastic duck says “high class”, doesn’t it?  My original intention was to take some of my students out for Peking Duck my last weekend to treat them for all of their help.  Since getting sick twice, I’ve dropped that idea.  Jason’s mom said this place would probably charge more and one of my students could find something for less, but that we could come here and know it would be good.

Still can’t get over the bathroom-toy duck with a chef’s hat in front of such a beautiful façade…

We finally arrived at the Provincial Museum- at 11:15.  We told the driver to pick us back up at 3.

God, I love these people.  Made me so happy when Kristine exclaimed "What a beautiful woman!" when she saw this picture.  "What a beautiful and healing spirit she has!"

God, I love these people. Made me so happy when Kristine exclaimed “What a beautiful woman!” when she saw this picture. “What a beautiful and healing spirit she has!”

Once we got inside, we realized there is no café in the museum.  There goes lunch.  Probably just as well.  My stomach had been gurgling all morning.  I was terrified that it was going to decide that I needed to be near a lou in a very short time and I’d be stuck in traffic in a shoddy cab.  I’m so very happy to report that is not what happened.

The shape of the museum takes after the vessel shapes that were very popular in the early bronze period (around 2000 BC), which was about when the countries of the Levant were experiencing their bronze period- The Silk Road connecting the two eventually.  Unlike Western Europe, this period in history is not considered pre-history in China, but the time of an incredibly advanced and complex society.

Animals, animals everywhere, and not a bite to eat.  (Sorry, couldn't help m'self)

Animals, animals everywhere, and not a bite to eat. (Sorry, couldn’t help m’self)

This motif of an animal’s face is repeated through every dynasty until we got to the works of the 20 century where a purely geographic design took over the organic and nature-based designs and embellishments that went before.

There was this lovely summary of the most common animal designs outside one of the galleries:

most common animal designs

I couldn’t help but wonder if the reason that animal and animal faces were put on almost everything was to serve as a reminder that everything has an energy- a being- about it and to treat it with the respect that it deserves.  There are people that work for forensic departments that can touch an item and know information about its owner- or even be able to find them.  The materials to make the items, as well as the energy and intentions of those that use the item are held there.  Putting an animal face on it can act as a reminder to leave good mojo there—a reminder of the Buddhist admonition to “Treat all things with loving-kindness”.

Jungian ideas of the collective unconscious would also nudge us to look at the states of mind, qualities, and such that each animal would invoke within its respective society.  One of the things that got me into symbology, comparative folktales & religions was noticing that the same characters or symbols show up in tales from opposite sides of the world yet have similar meanings (or completely opposite- which says something about the way that each culture interprets core meanings or concepts).  My brain was buzzing with connections throughout the museum.  But I’ll have to save that for another post—another tale of meritocracy ruling the day—even if the museum signs brushed over it.

The Requisite “Oh, God, I’m soooo sick” Post


It wouldn’t be a trip to a developing country without a post about severe reactions to food.

Though mine isn’t about street food or ingesting soup made with contaminated water.

It all smelled amazing- but I didn't have any.

It all smelled amazing- but I didn’t have any.

I’m gluten intolerant.  China is showing me just how gluten intolerant I am.  Gluten-intolerance or Celiac’s is something that’s not really well-known here, nor is it taken seriously.  From what I’ve been able to gather- now that I’ve had another attack even after stopping eating in Peter Hall and showing my “no wheat, soy sauce or MSG” note to restaurants- this is one of the most difficult countries to be gluten-free in.  The combination of soy sauce and barley vinegar in everything, low English levels, not taking it seriously, and a face-saving culture that is inclined to assure rather than warn knocked me out again yesterday.

Last Tuesday, I woke up feeling like hell, even though I’d slept about 11 hours.  I was utterly exhausted.  I knew that the build-up of traces of soy sauce and MSG in the food was getting to me, so I went to see the acupuncturist and get a foot massage to stimulate everything.  I wrote a post about it that you can check out here.  After leaving there, I felt woozy and weak, so I went and laid down.  I resolved to no longer eat in Peter Hall since the chef said he’d lay back on MSG, but not soy sauce or wheat to thicken.  The students took me to a restaurant here on campus and we ordered several dishes to go.

My partner’s parents came in town this weekend and we had a wonderful time.  I’ll write more about what I learned when I’m feeling better- suffice it to say for the moment that Fu Hao is a monumental badass, (High Priestess AND General?? Whaaa?) my new hero, and you will be hearing more about her.

Yesterday, it hit again.  Only much worse than before.  The freshman drills had been moved up from 9 to 8:30—apparently per emails that we didn’t get that went out sometime after 9 the evening before.  My stomach was not happy, and running to the bathroom was slowing down my morning routine.  The crew left without me. Once I was ready to go, I went to the administration building where I’d been hearing since I’d gotten here that all this would took place.  Nothing.  I climbed all the *%&#$@* stairs to see if they were on the town side.  Nope.  Walked this direction- nothing.  Walked that direction. Nada.  They’d said something about a parade, so maybe they’re on the avenue that runs behind European street… nope.  So by 9:15 I’m soaking in sweat, my stomach is complaining louder than I am, no one’s answering my calls or returning my texts, and every faculty member I talk to is just as clueless as I am about where it would be.  I give up and go back to my room.

Just as well, since I was to go to the bathroom 6 more times before lunch.

My most frequently visited site in China...

My most frequently visited site in China…

I’ve joked with my colleagues here that I don’t know which is worse—that I haven’t had a solid stool since I’ve been here, or the (totally rational) fear I have that my toilet would back up were I to have a well-formed stool.  But all that aside, this is a bit much.  It’s only the second time that I’ve gone several times in a day, and it’s clear that something is really not okay.  I ate white rice with a few peanuts for lunch.

A student picks me up for computer lab.  By the time we climb to the 4th floor and walk into the un-airconditioned room, I feel like I’m going to pass out.  It’s all I can do to write the assignment on the board.  By now, I know that I’m reacting to having eaten gluten, so I try to find articles on being gluten-free in China that may have clues as to what I’m eating that I didn’t even know to look for.  I’m not able to get more than 2 sentences in to any article before its re-routed to Baidu, the Chinese google.  This is what happens when something is being censored. They’re censoring articles about staying gluten-free in China.  Seriously?  Seriously.

So I pose to do Ctrl A, Ctrl C faster than Wyatt Earp at noon and get the info into a word document.  I’m able to read a couple that way.  There is gluten in the flavoring that’s used in stock.  There is also a hydrolyzed starch that’s used in a lot of flavorings that has gluten.  Crap.  There is a note on this blog that says “I will die a horrible death on your restaurant floor if you feed me gluten!”.  I think I need to print that one out.  The image of my mountain-woman body writhing on their floor may just be strong enough to get them to take me seriously.  These cards from Celiac Travel would also be good to have if you’re planning to come to China and need to stay gluten-free.


Visit for more info and to read travel stories no matter your destination.

Visit for more info and to read travel stories no matter your destination.

My patience level with copying and pasting into another document is dropping fast, so I just focus on finding remedies for dealing with symptoms once you’ve been glutenized.  Many hail something called Glutenzymes.  But that’s not available here, I’m to find out later.  If you’re coming, find it and bring it with you.  As well as activated charcoal.  A student is going to get me some fresh ginger, caraway and fennel seeds, and some digestion tea from an herbalist.   Kristine brought me some bananas and yogurt this morning.  I feel like I want antacids.  I feel like crap.  I sent my class over to Kristine’s vision board class last night and thinking I’ll have to cancel the 2 sections I’d planned for today.  The Mid-Autumn Festival starts tomorrow, so I was doing a class after Open Forum today to make up for those that would be missing tomorrow.  I don’t know if that’s going to happen.  I feel really weak, and need to save my energy.  I’m doing an academy-wide workshop on MBTI tomorrow afternoon, and the day after that we’re going to Dengfeng Pagoda Forest and the Shaolin Temple.

Though the idea of eating nothing other than steamed vegetables and plain rice until I leave makes this spice-lovin’ foodie very sad, I can’t do this again.  I’m scared of what’s happening in my body that its reacting so strongly.  Its much worse than I’ve ever had happen back home, so I’m worrying about cross-contamination at this point and scared to eat anything cooked in a well-seasoned wok, even.  Did those words just leave my finger-tips?  Sacriledge!  Yet, here I stand. Or rather, here I lay. Crunched over and moaning…

Pins and Needles


The flight, as detailed here, was brutal.  My sciatic was flaring up by the time I got to campus.  Within a day or two, I was directed to a massage parlor near campus.  There is a cosmetic store on the ground level, and you go up a flight of narrow stairs to get to the massage place.  I took a picture of the front so that I could find it again.  I’ve since shown this picture to many foreign faculty on campus so they could find their way to some hurt-so-good sweet relief.


When I walked in and saw the acupuncture charts all over the walls, I knew this was exactly what I needed.


“It’s not like what we think of as massage” Kristine had warned when I told her I was going to go. Understatement of the year.  There are 3 narrow tables in the main room.  The window to the street is open, and the music from the shop next door blares through.  People are walking in and out of the room, and the masseuses are carrying on conversation with them and each other.  You don’t take your clothes off, but they still drape you- so they can dig down without actually pulling off your skin is my guess.

The woman that works there started on me while I was face-up.  She dug down my thighs with her thumb along the meridians.  I sounded like I was in a Lamaze class I was breathing so deeply.  When she got to my knee, it felt like she was trying to shake my patella off and loosen whatever was under there.  I don’t know what inhuman noise I made, but it got her to giggling.

She was to giggle often in the time we spent together.

I flipped over on to my stomach, and when I heard talking over me, it was a man’s voice.  I could see the shoes moving around the table.  Sometimes the socked-slippered feet of the older guy I’d seen would appear.

There was this move he did with my calf at the end that hurt like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.  It was as if my entire calf muscle was some zit or blister and he was working to pop it.  The breathing I had to do through that to not jump off the table was enough to give me a bit of a rush.

I came back 5 or 6 days later and had another massage.  This time, I got the older guy that always wears a tank-tee and the socked-slippered feet.  He does these chiropractic moves where he bends you up like a pretzel, the leans in on you like he’s trying to rip you back apart again.  Then nimbly runs his fingers up your spine to make sure everything’s back where it ought to be.  He also had me sit up on a stool at the end and he worked more on my shoulders and did a few more chiropractic moves.

The next time I returned, the trace amounts of soy sauce and MSG in the food in the dining hall had caught up with me and I was feeling absolutely miserable. Monday had felt like a Friday, and the following morning it was all I could do to get myself out of bed even though I’d slept more than 9 hours.  Monday took me there so she could translate.  My joints were inflamed and killing me, and I had absolutely no energy.  I was hoping they could help—I was going to try acupuncture.

She explained what was going on and he asked where I had the most pain.  I showed him and told him that I wanted acupuncture and a foot massage.

He did the acupuncture on my sciatic, so I had to take off my britches so he could get to it.  It was morning, and they’re very slow—I was the only one there. The look on Monday’s face when I told her I’d never done acupuncture before made me even more scared than I already was.

So there I was, braced for this wretched pain… that never came.  I would feel a pinch.  I would feel sensation along the sciatic nerve.  That was about it.

In contrast to the foot massage.  Which was sheer freakin torture. He started out by running his thumb up my calf in a move that felt like he was trying to filet my leg.  I don’t think there was more than 3 minutes of the hour massage that I wasn’t off the chair huffing like a woman minutes away from giving birth.  It was absolutely excruciating.

But it worked.  I was able to go upstairs using both legs afterwards.  I hadn’t been able to do that since I got here.

So I went back the next morning to get some more acupuncture to work on my left knee a little more.


The knee was a bit more uncomfortable than my sciatic.  There were 2 pins in particular that hurt going in.  The way they seem to do everything here is to keep at it until it doesn’t hurt anymore… then they release you.  There is no soft relaxing movement.  If the body is tense and tender, that’s where they apply the pressure.  Once the tenderness is eased, they move on.  I know that’s because the purpose of this is to make you feel Good, not just make you feel good… but still….

He also did acupuncture on my left ankle.  That was quite painful.  Whereas most of the needles just caused the tiniest prick when they went in, the ones on my ankle felt like big huge long needles being jabbed against very tender tendons.  Then he would jiggle them.  He would be watching me very carefully—concerned that the first treatment hadn’t gotten rid of everything.  I don’t think he’s used to not having his touch heal instantly.  My pain was an indicator we were getting right in to where we needed to, so he’d smile.  “You like this!” I’d joke.  By this time, there were several people in the room all looking at me like I was insane for allowing myself to be used as a pin cushion.  That all the Chinese people were looking at me like I was nuts for doing a traditional Chinese treatment amused me enough to make the pain a little more bearable.

“How can you do that?” they would ask me through Grace.

“Trust me, it hurts way less than the massage!” I answered.

I’m doing much better now- able to climb 4 of the 5 flights of stairs to my evening class before I have to resort to only climbing with my right leg.  I’m still having a little pain behind the knee, though.  When we’d talked about it yesterday, the woman said if the pain is directly behind the knee, acupuncture may not be the best treatment.  She described the treatment, but Grace said she didn’t really understand it.  As I told others what they were suggesting- I realized they meant cupping.

Don’t know if I’m brave enough to try that just yet… though I know a student that had it done at the beginning of the week.  We’ll see…

Trending Redirected


This week in my lesson plans with the World Academy for the Future of Women, I’ll be transitioning the members from listening to their own bodies to define the ideal female leader in a global setting.  So tonight, the women will be writing/drawing/telling their stories.  I wanted to do a little internet research to find examples of different kinds of stories- and found a fantastic article on the way that magazines editorialize on women’s lives, giving us these “trends” we’re to worry about, but not actually telling us anything about women’s actual lives.  These stories are the cooing of a false friend that claims to be helping you, but is actually pumping you full of fear and anxiety about who you are, where you’re going, and how you’re getting there.  These stories have been in women’s magazines since there were women’s magazines.  Naomi Wolff wrote about them in the early 90s, as did Susan Faludi.  Many many writers have since then.  The stories have not gone away.  Now they’re in the Times.

I found this fantastic piece on trending lifestyle stories on Salon.  It was written in July.  I managed to get it on my Buffer, but in trying to, I keep getting directed to a Baidu (the Chinese google) page surrounded by ads for breast enhancers.  I thought it was a good story as soon as I found it.  The fact that it’s being yanked before I can scoop it makes me like it even more.

I will get the story into a word document and get all my students to read it today.  After we try to find it on the web in computer lab and they too are taken to a page surrounded by giffed breast enhancement ads with the boobies popping out of their bras.  And we’ll have a fantastic conversation about how the media shapes the way we think about ourselves.


Lotus Deluxe


My first walk in Zheng-feng park, I saw this stunning statue of a woman with a lotus in her hair.

lotus statue

A lotus bloomed where the statue’s gaze was focused.  Love it when that happens!  So I snapped a few pictures of it.  When I got back to campus, I asked the students about the statue of the woman in the pond in the park.  They weren’t sure what I was talking about.  One night when we all went walking together, I asked again- Monday piped up “Oh yes!  Lian Hua Xian Zi! The one who brought all the plants!”


“Do you know the story?” I asked excitedly.  Since this region is the birthplace of Chinese civilization, I’d figured that any statue of a woman in such a place would be attached to a very old story.  But that its about the woman that brought all the plants?  Does it get any better than that?

“Oh yes, I know”, Monday began.  But she wasn’t more than a few sentences into it before she was bouncing off somewhere else.  “Just a minute, just a minute” she promised, but the path was winding and the evening was lovely and she didn’t end up finishing the story for me.

When I saw her later on campus, she told me she would mail the story to me.

Monday went with me to get some shopping done.  Was so glad when she hailed this little moped-taxi.  I'd been wanting to ride in one.  The weather was perfect for it.

Monday went with me to get some shopping done. Was so glad when she hailed this little moped-taxi. I’d been wanting to ride in one. The weather was perfect for it.

Ever true to her word, she did.  There were a lot of technical words that I needed to research to make a bit more to make sense of the story and be able to write it in a way you’d want to read it.  That took me to acupuncture and Chinese medicine sites. Herbalist apprentice and lover of healing power of plants that I am, it made me that much happier that I’d asked, and not at all surprised that I was so drawn to the statue.

So here’s the story-

In ancient China, the Dong Ting Lake was a completely desolate place.  There were no lily pads on the surface, no reeds at the edges.  You never heard the rusty croaking of the frogs or the birds fighting over a seed, for there were no plants or animals there at all.  The beautiful and kind-hearted Lian Hua Xian Zi, or Lotus Lady, saw the state of the lake, and the Old Ones say that she stole some seeds from Heaven’s purse and came to Dong Ting Lake.  While she was planting the seeds, there was a young man that saw her.  He came closer and told her he was Ou Lang, Root Man, and asked if he could help her in her work.

The rhizome nodes are the spongy underground part of the lotus. Associated with the lung, liver and stomach meridians, they are harvested in the autumn and early winter and dried to use for tonics and medicine.

The rhizome nodes are the spongy underground part of the lotus. Associated with the lung, liver and stomach meridians, they are harvested in the autumn and early winter and dried to use for tonics and medicine.

The rhizome nodes are the spongy underground part of the lotus. Associated with the lung, liver and stomach meridians, they are harvested in the autumn and early winter and dried to use for tonics and medicine.

They fell in love and decided to live and work together.  They planted flowers. They planted trees.  They planted fruits. They planted vegetables.  They planted everything they could dream of.  Their life and work by the lake was full and happy.

One day, the Jade Emperor noticed that Dong Ting Lake was very green and prosperous.  He wondered how this happened, and soon found out that Lian Hua Xian Zi  had stolen seeds from Heaven.  He became very angry and ordered the soldiers to arrest her.

The animals of Dong Ting Lake caught wind of the soldiers on the move and the Jade Emperor’s orders.  They rushed to warn Lian Hua Xian Zi .  She decided to hide in the lake.  As she was leaving, she gave the pearl of her Essence to Ou Lang.

The soldiers returning without Lian Hua Xian Zi really whipped the Jade Emperor into a fury. “Can you fools do nothing I tell you?” he raged.  He grabbed his sword and decided that he would come take care of it himself.  When he arrived at Dong Ting Lake, he found Ou Lang on the banks of the lake wondering if he would ever see his lover again.  When the Jade Emperor sliced through Ou Lang and threw him in the lake, a wondrous thing happened.  Ou Lang turned into a lotus node and began to multiply and grow.

lotus node

The more the Jade Emperor slashed with his sword, the more the rhizome nodes multiplied.  As the long stalks rose up through the water and the lily pads unfurled, Lian Hua Xian Zi joined with the rhizome node and became a lotus flower.

The Jade Emperor could see that the lotus was very special, and knew that the couple was now reunited and never to be separated again- using their joined essences to propagate and help the people with their medicine.  He gave up and when back to heaven, and the node and the lotus continue to grow and seed and be used for our health to this day.

jade statue

Hot Pot Happy Time!


Most of my meals have been in Peter Hall.  I was thoroughly enjoying the food until I learned that in this region of China, they thicken sauces with wheat instead of the cornstarch or arrowroot I’d expected.  My ankles were as big as my knees by the time I figured this out.

I'd snapped this the first day I was here. Was absolutely ecstatic to see so many vegetables after eating nothing but protein bars my entire journey since American Airlines fumbled my gluten-free meal request. Its blurry, but you get the idea of how nice the dining hall in Peter Hall is. The food is excellent. Unfortunately, I can’t eat most of it.

I’d snapped this the first day I was here. Was absolutely ecstatic to see so many vegetables after eating nothing but protein bars my entire journey since American Airlines fumbled my gluten-free meal request. Its blurry, but you get the idea of how nice the dining hall in Peter Hall is. The food is excellent. Unfortunately, I can’t eat most of it.

One student had told me to say “booyah mein”.  I found out later that essentially means “I don’t like noodles.”  Not liking noodles and getting sick when I eat wheat/gluten are very different things.  The note below tells folks I can’t have wheat, MSG, or soy sauce. I outlined the characters for wheat and MSG in the event that folks got so blown away by seeing soy sauce on there that they forgot the others.

Gloria, who I will love forever, wrote this note for me to show wait staff before I eat.

Gloria, who I will love forever, wrote this note for me to show wait staff before I eat.

After discovering that Peter Hall thickened with wheat, I began augmenting my diet of bok choy and rice with boiled eggs I pilfer from the breakfast buffet and fruit.



Dragonfruit is freaking amazing.  The ones cut open at the supermarket are as deep fushia inside as they are outside, but the one I got was white inside.  I saw some at the restaurant tonight that were also white, so perhaps there are different varieties.  There are lots of seeds inside, and the texture is reminiscent of kiwi fruit.  You just slice it open and scoop it out with a spoon.

Cut up (unripe) star fruit with some mipolo.

Cut up (unripe) star fruit with some mipolo.

I don’t know why I forgot that star fruit are supposed to be yellow.  I got so excited when the students said they’d never had one that I just took one.  It was incredibly tart, so of course they didn’t like it.  I finished it for breakfast with peanut butter.  The other fruits are called mipolo, I was told.  They’re not from this region, so they were significantly more than the other fruit out and were wrapped up in a container.  When I opened the wrap, I wondered if I’d made a terrible mistake.  They smell a bit of Valerian- which smells like feet. Not pleasant.  They’re a rubbery sort of texture, and you tear them open and get out the seed inside.  Once you get past the smell and texture, the taste is actually quite nice.  It’s definitely a tropical fruit flavor that tastes like a milder version of papaya with a hint of mango thrown in.

Yams! And Gloria. AKA "The Note Goddess"

Yams! And Gloria. AKA “The Note Goddess”

This is a desert dish at one of the little spots on European street.  Yams with caramel sauce, the menu said.  Sugar sauce is more like it- it comes out with the sugar still stringing.  We were given a little metal bowl of water to dip the bits in to cool the sugar down so it didn’t peel off the inside of our mouths.  That gets the sugar to dry in all sorts of fun spikey shapes.  Yams are one of my favorites anyway, but having crunchy caramely projections be part of the fun made them that much more fabulous.

Meals are served family style, and everyone gets a small bowl of rice at their setting.  People take a bit from the communal dish, dab it on the rice, then eat it up.  Gloria had brought forks for us when we arranged to meet here.  I’ve been happy to show off my mad stick skillzzzz.

Is that a twin banana in your pocket or are you glad to see me?

Is that a twin banana in your pocket or are you glad to see me?

Spotted in the fruit tray in Peter Hall.  I don’t think I have enough peanut butter in my cute little pot for that thing.

100 year eggs for your blurry consumption.

100 year eggs for your blurry consumption.

Had 100 year eggs for the first time last night.  “You tried that?” Jason asked, “That’s really an acquired taste.”

Tell me about it.  The eggs are preserved and so the white takes on a gelatinous quality.  I tried going at it with my chopsticks, but decided it was a bad idea, so I got my spoon instead.  I slurped up the first quarter.  My mouth didn’t know what to think. The flavor was so completely different that I really had no idea what to do.  I must have made one of those faces that babies make when they try new foods because Gloria and Grace started laughing really hard and began to move the dish away.  My dad taught me to try everything twice, so I went ahead and got a second quarter.  The texture is so unusual- or at least it is when you think of it being an egg in your mouth, but I liked the aftertaste.  Huh.  If I like the aftertaste, there must be something there.  So used to thinking something is okay or maybe even good at first, but wincing and stomping at the aftertaste.  If the aftertaste is good, I must like it.  So I tried one more quarter.  Yup.  I definitely like it.  I don’t know if this restaurant prepares them in a particular way or if it’ll be easy to find, but I do hope to have those again.


When I tell people that I can’t eat wheat, MSG or soy sauce, the first suggestion they have for me is hot pot.  “Then you can put in only what you like” they assure me.  There’s a hot pot restaurant right next to the administration building. I hadn’t even realized this building was full of restaurants.  Looking at the picture now, I’m sure the sign says something like “delicious eats inside”.

restaurant building

We climbed the stairs once inside, and came into this round restaurant decorated with purple and red.  Loving it already.  They showed us to our own little room with our own air conditioner.  Totally enamored now.  The table has little hot plates installed at each place setting, and each person gets their own pot.

L -> R Kristine, Gloria and Grace and our feast-o-plenty

L -> R Kristine, Gloria and Grace and our feast-o-plenty

You also get a small plate, small bowl and spoon and a bowl of sesame sauce.

You know its gonna be good when you put your chopsticks in the broth and they come out this red.

You know its gonna be good when you put your chopsticks in the broth and they come out this red.

Starting at the greens & going clockwise: tripe, lamb, mushrooms, beef, yams, and taro. The 100 year eggs are in the middle.  There were some big-ol mushrooms that joined us later.

Starting at the greens & going clockwise: tripe, lamb, mushrooms, beef, yams, and taro. The 100 year eggs are in the middle. There were some big-ol mushrooms that joined us later.

You dip food into the boiling broth to cook it, then put a little sesame sauce on your plate and eat it with that.  Or you can let things stew around in there longer.  I didn’t touch the tripe.  I’ve had it prepared in 5 different kitchens—Hungarian, Spanish, Mexican, Southern, and Chinese—and never once liked it, so I’m done trying it.  J doesn’t like mushrooms, so I was really happy they’d ordered 2 kinds—I take every opportunity to eat them when he’s not around.

We went to another place tonight where they had little boats floating around with things you could put into it.

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The spigot is there at the table so you can fill your pot back up when its boiled down.  “They say hot pot gives you beautiful skin,” Sean told us, “do you believe it?”  You certainly get a good steam facial.  Though I wasn’t impressed with the broth at this place, they did have lots of things you could put in your sesame sauce—peanuts, coriander, and several different chili & sesame pastes.  They had seafood, so I got some squid and little scuttlefish to go in mine.   Sorry I didn’t take more pics.  I’ll have to go back and add them in later.  They also had lots of different greens.  I was taking large greens and making little lettuce wraps with them.  Sean was so surprised by it, he asked me to make him one.  Sean is the reason there is a Men’s Academy for the Future of Women.  He saw the difference the World Academy for the Future of Women was making in the female students that went through it, and stayed on Jerrie until she relented and started a Men’s Academy.  Recruitment for facilitators for the Men’s Academy has been much more difficult.  The young men that joined have personal reasons for being committed to the 8 UN Millenium Goals, and are eager for role models in Service Leadership and Transformational Leadership.  Though China is dominating the manufacturing scene and moving more and more deeply into the world market, the leadership and working environments leave much to be desired. We’ve all heard stories.  The stories I’ve heard here are positively Dickensonian.

But back to hot pot.  I think the restaurant we went to tonight is the “cafeteria” the students were telling me I’d like.  I insisted that cafeterias don’t have good food.  “But you can get whatever you like” they insisted.  “But I don’t like any cafeteria food.” I said. “Besides, I need to go to places that make it when I order so they’ don’t put wheat or MSG in it.”  That’s when they told me that there were little dishes floating around and you could get whatever you wanted.  I realized that when they say “cafeteria”, they don’t mean what we mean when we say “cafeteria”.  I like being able to pick up what you want to eat as you go instead of ordering everything from the beginning.  There were also smaller portions of everything, so you can try more.  They also had eggs.  You just crack them into the pot and poach them, then eat them with the sauce.  If you’ve never had a spicy sesame sauced egg poached in Asian broth, go try one now.  Seriously, right now. What are you waiting on?? Go!


Like an American campus? Really?


The SIAS campus is expansive and beautiful.  Many people told me that it was like an American campus—apparently most Chinese universities are just a collection of high-rises.  But I’ve never seen an American campus like this before.  There are several “regional villages” that are like walking through the world village at Epcot.  Right here behind Peter Hall, there is “European Street”… but first let me show you Peter Hall

This is the outside of Peter Hall, the foreign faculty dorms.

This is the outside of Peter Hall, the foreign faculty dorms.

The lobby manages to be expansive and cozy. The Bridge Cafe has European coffee- that costs as much as a meal does down the street. They put TONS of fresh ginger in their ginger tea.

The lobby manages to be expansive and cozy. The Bridge Cafe has European coffee- that costs as much as a meal does down the street. They put TONS of fresh ginger in their ginger tea.

Reasonable enough.  This looks like an American campus, true.  The streets are lined with trees and it’s clear that the gardening staff is plentiful and takes great pride in their work.

Taken from Peter Hall towards the Administration building

Taken from Peter Hall towards the Administration building

This is looking back at Peter Hall on the way to the Administration Building

This is looking back at Peter Hall on the way to the Administration Building

All very campus-like.  Even the Administration building- with its classic Western architecture on one side and Chinese on the other wouldn’t be too extraordinary on an American campus.  Very nice, but not completely out of the ordinary.

The campus side of the administration building

The campus side of the administration building

There is an ampitheatre


Basketball courts and recreational space that is absolutely busting at the seams in the evening

Basketball courts

There’s a pagoda on the hill that I would expect to see on a Chinese campus

The steps are killing me. Seriously.

The steps are killing me. Seriously.

You can see the pagoda lights in the basketball picture above.  Many features have dramatic night lighting.  With the summer being as hot and muggy as it is, when the sun goes down, life begins—and the city and campus reflect that.

There are a few ponds on campus. This one is just to the left of the Administration building.  Having a pond really takes the campus to a new level- more like a park.


Then there’s the waterfall in the stairs leading down to European street.  Now we’re moving beyond park to something quite different.  Very nice office complexes sometimes have features like this.  It makes me wish stairs weren’t such a place of torture for me right now.


Once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, you find yourself in the middle of a European-style piazza


Where businesses and students have set up shop in the piazza as well as in the spaces in the lower level of the buildings themselves.

Lower level buildings

The first piazza goes under a breezeway and lets out into European Street

European street

Which lets out into another section of street.  Again, there are shops and restaurants in the lower level.  Student housing is above.

Student housing above

Shops and restaurants

At one end of European Street, there is a university gate and the city of Xinzheng is just beyond.  On the other side of European street, there is SIAS Castle.

SIAS castle

There’s a food court in the lower level of the castle.  Again, student housing is above.  Its lit up magnificently at night.

Turning to your left, there’s this:

Cliff with stairs

Cliff waterfall

And this


And in the distance past the stadium…

Past stadium

Which looks like this closer up

Closer up

Which has another piazza, more water features, and a fountain like I have never seen on a college campus.


Following the water feature down, there are more student dorms and classrooms

Student dorms and classrooms

Did a panorama of the piazza

Did a panorama of the piazza

Color me mind blown.  Standing in this piazza as the sun rose up, I was absolutely amazed at the vision of the SIAS President.  This was just an idea once.  He built this.  He had this vision of a campus, and this is what he built.  He had to have had people tell him he was insane.  How did he even get people to know what he was talking about?  I suppose its not that different than what I’m doing now in my classes, or what I do with my coaching and training work, I suppose… but this feels so… incredible.  Literally incredible.  If someone told me about a guy having an idea to build something like this, I’d LOVE it, but I don’t know that I’d believe he’d ever get backing for it.

But he did.  I’m standing here.  And there’s still so much more… there’s the opera building, a few other little burros. Classrooms, the library- I haven’t even shown you half of it, and they’re still building! The air was thick with dust tonight that the breeze kicked up.  SIAS is celebrating its 15th anniversary this May, so there’s all the frenzy to get ready that you’d expect of a new campus.

It has to be incredibly inspiring to study business on a campus like this.  To study anything on a campus like this— talk about the medium IS the message… and the message is “Dream Big”

Magnificent or Desirable?


“To tell the truth is to become beautiful, to begin to love yourself, value yourself. And that’s political, in its most profound way.”  —June Jordan

I completed my first section tonight.  I used an exercise I was first exposed to in dance form via Eugene Hedlund’s Lines in the Sand workshop, called “Yes & No in the Body”  (Eugene will be in Phoenix this weekend doing a workshop on “5 Rhythms: A key, not a cage”.  Powerful stuff. Check it out here.) As Integrity and Authenticity are the legs the World Academy for the Future of Women walks on, I thought it was the perfect foundational exercise to get these young women leaders to become allies with their bodies and listen to the guidance that it offers.  How can you stand in authenticity if you’re ignoring your gut?  How can you have integrity if you’re disconnected from your body? Yet the messages about femininity that women are pummeled with every day via advertising, movies, tv, news, magazines and more encourages just that.  Women more often than not experience their bodies only as objects.  They look at their bodies from the outside rather than experiencing them from the inside.

Of course, this diminishes self-esteem, sense of empowerment, sense of self, even.  How can you stand in Power if you can’t even stand in your own skin? How can you have integrity and authenticity—be Whole and Real—if you’re looking to escape your body? Aren’t allies with that which has been with you every second of day since you were born and will be with you until you die?

These are some of the questions we explored tonight.

Sunday, I got an email from Grace, one of the student office staff for WAFW.  She’s the Ambassador Director, in charge of finding assistants for visiting speakers and facilitators, and making their stay with WAFW at SIAS and Xinzheng comfortable.  She had some questions about my slides and wanted to know if we could meet.  When I arrived at the office, she pulled up this slide:

Relationship to the Body slide


“I don’t understand what you mean here” she told me.  I began to explain that I was drawing parallels between our being able to fully embrace our bodies and our ability to fully embrace integrity and authenticity.  Without these, we’re unable to fully express our Power.  She saw the link between Integrity and Authenticity being the foundation for Power, but me connecting that to the body was causing some issues.  “I’ve never thought of that” she said, her brow furrowed. “How can my arms, my hands, my feet, help me build these characteristics?”

“How can you build those characteristics without your arms, your hands and your feet?” I asked. “Do you have integrity and authenticity if you don’t have actions behind your words?  Don’t your arms and hands and feet do that instead of your mind?”

“This I understand,” she replied, “but that’s different from my body guiding me.” Grace is fiercely intelligent.  Her questions are probing and tireless.  She doesn’t let go until she fully understands.  It’s what immediately drew me to her the first moment we met in a staff meeting over the weekend.  “How can the body guide me?  It is important for me to work on my mind, for me to listen to my heart, but how can my body guide me?”

“Isn’t your heart part of your body?  Isn’t your gut?”

Paradigm shift happening in 3…2…1…

There is nothing more beautiful than the radiance that came over her as she began to see through the haze to what I was pointing towards.  We talked about how the body grounds us in the Here and Now.  How it holds all of our memories, yet has no ego.  How much it has to tell us if we’ll just listen to it.  How it’s our best friend–working for us tirelessly every second of every day.  Grace is an International Nursing student with ambitions of becoming a Nurse Practitioner if she can secure the visa to study it, so she knows better than the many just how hard the body is working for us.

Since there’d been some issues with connecting with my assistant, Grace said she would be my assistant.  She arranged for others to escort me to class last night, but tonight she picked me up and even stayed through the class.  I’m glad she was there.  I knew she really understood what I was seeking to get across, so she was the perfect person to translate when needed.

Its amazing how many stories we attach to such simple words: yes, no.  Incredible that so much baggage can be attached to just a handful of letters. How much we heap on them. How afraid of them we are. How much we read into them, even when there’s no context.  The academy members opened themselves up fully to the experience.  We had a great discussion after to process the activity—the sometimes halting English wasn’t an obstacle.

“Why do we say “Yes” when we want to say “No”?  Why do we say “No” when we want to say “Yes”?”

Oftentimes, it’s because we’re worried about what others will think, what others will say.  How much energy we lose worrying about this!  How much drama we have in our lives because of it! More importantly, it sets us up in a place where what’s going on outside of us is more important than what’s happening inside of us. Puts us in a place where being desirable is more important than being magnificent.  What are we really saying yes to?  What are we really saying no to?


Opening Possibilities


Tonight was the Opening Ceremony for the World Academy for the Future of Women.  The ceremony is completely student-organized and student-driven.  If new members aren’t present at this ceremony, they are booted from the Academy and their space is opened up for in-coming freshman to apply.  Academy members are encouraged to bring faculty and family members to the ceremony so they can learn a bit more about what WAFW and the UN Millennium Goals are all about. Though there was a BBQ on campus as well as several student meetings, the auditorium in the Administration Building was quite full.

The Advanced Academy members, those that have completed their first year in the academy, took the stage in the uniforms they received upon completing their first year and conducted the ceremony in English.  Speaking to an auditorium full of people is a daunting task in your own language, let alone a foreign one.

Suzanne, Jerrie, Monday, and Jackie lead the auditorium in the World Academy for the Future of Women’s oath.

Suzanne, Jerrie, Monday, and Jackie lead the auditorium in the World Academy for the Future of Women’s oath.

I’d spent all day in meetings with the WAFW’s leadership yesterday.  The day started at 10am with the Project Leaders.

Jerrie drives home the message of “Must Be Present to Win” for this year’s Academy

Jerrie drives home the message of “Must Be Present to Win” for this year’s Academy

Each WAFW member (both from the Women’s Academy and the Men’s Academy for the Future of Women) must be involved in a project that focuses on one of the eight UN Millennium Goals.  Our first meeting of the day began with those that have taken the reigns for these projects that were started by previous WAFW members.  There was even one young woman that is a first year academy member, but had volunteered on a project last year.  She applied to WAFW, and is now the leader for the project she’d worked on.  It was remarkable to see these women- women that I know a year ago would not have stood up and talked about their accomplishments at all, do so confidently and with voices that filled the room.

Cecilia stands to present on what her group that deals with HIV/AIDS prevention is working with.

Cecilia stands to present on what her group that deals with HIV/AIDS prevention is working with.

As the day progressed, we worked with the Advanced Academy Members, who’s understanding of their leadership was deeper and wider.  Their answers to Jerrie’s questions were full of insights and awakenings they’d had during their internships over the summer.  They not only took internships over the summer- while many of their friends went on holiday or returned to spend time with their much-missed families- they watched their bosses and fellow employees very closely.  “I learned that the key to leadership is to just be myself.  But really be myself” one of the members said.  The academy had given her the confidence to forge her own path and find students to tutor to get more pocket money when she found herself in a financial pinch.  “I wouldn’t have thought of those possibilities before the academy” she’d told me on a walk the day before.  “I would have stayed in that place where I wasn’t happy and wasn’t doing what was good for my future, just because I didn’t know that I could do something else. Now I know that.”

The next two-hour block belonged to the Academy in Action.  Jerrie seems absolutely tireless.  Kristine’d reached her limit by now.  I kept going.  I feel like I could just follow Jerrie around all the time and watch everything she does.  She’s totally who I want to be when I grow up.  When I met her during my facilitator’s training, I told my friends “I’ve met Baba Yaga!  And if I can complete the tasks she sets before me, I’ll have the Light of the Ancients!”  I still feel that way.  The students clearly feel the same.  They want to soak up everything she has to offer- and the students that have reached the level of Academy in Action show the fruits of doing just that.  They think deeply about their own development and what that means to their leadership—but the mark of their maturity as leaders is showing: they’re concerned about how to develop those around them.

By the 3rd year and the Academy in Action, the Men’s Academy and Women’s academy are combined.

By the 3rd year and the Academy in Action, the Men’s Academy and Women’s academy are combined.

The Advanced Academy meeting ended with a member opening the discussion of “What do we do about those Academy members that are not excellent? How will we treat this issue?”  Some answered that all should be excellent.  She persisted.  “Yes, we should all be excellent. So what do we do when people are not excellent?  If we do not have something to do when people are not excellent, we won’t get everyone to excellence.”  I loved that she persisted.  I love that these students have a place where they feel free to persist.  To not only speak up, but to continue to speak up when their point isn’t taken with the gravitas they know it deserves.  I asked them what they did with themselves in the moments when they weren’t excellent.  What was wrong that they weren’t performing their best?  What did they do about it?  If they thought about this, then they would have their answers on how to inspire their teammates to excellence when they weren’t living up to their potential.

To end the day, there was a meeting with the office staff.  These students have really stepped up and taken on tremendous responsibility.  These are volunteer positions.  Many of them have worked in the campus president’s office, or had other positions, and now they devote their time to WAFW.  Their level of commitment is inspiring.  The discussions we had a bout the different leadership styles as well as how you stand in your authority while simultaneously standing in another’s shoes made me so proud of them, and so honored to be here and be a part of this organization.

After each of the meetings, the students approached me requesting other meetings.

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Even with the pressure of putting on the opening ceremony this evening, I had meetings about translation, media plans, setting up newsletters.

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They also moved me into a new room in the guest wing of Peter Hall. I don’t know why I’d been so resistant to moving… the students were right- it is a much nicer room and much more comfortable and home-y.  Isn’t that so often the way it is? The thing we’re resisting is actually the thing we’re trying to create…

At the end of the ceremony tonight, the front was rushed as students looked to sign up with the projects they’d like to taste first.

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The first years will be working with a different project each month until December, when they’ll need to choose one.  The second years can stay in the project they’d been working with or try a new one.  All are encouraged to try on different things to find their passion.  And the message of the night was successfully delivered – a consistent thread in almost everyone that got on stage—change doesn’t come from others, it comes from you.

“Be the change you want to see in the world.”  The World Academy for the Future of Women is teaching both men and women to have that be the basis of their leadership.  How different would the world be if all those in leadership positions took this approach?

Fun Lovin’ Criminals are singing “Its you, its you, its always been you and its always been in you” as I write this.  Perfect ending to an amazing day—and we haven’t even started yet!