Summertime...and the livin's easy (or not so much)

It's the last Sunday in July, and I'm coming to the realization that I haven't written anything about what I've been doing here in Fiji this whole month. This is unfortunate because it has been an incredibly busy month. Great, but incredibly busy.

Week 1

A few videographers came this week to put together a you-tube video for Help International. It's actually one guy and his girlfriend, and they spent the day with me and Sandra out in the villages because they wanted to get some shots of us teaching and cooking with the locals. They're a fun couple, and I really enjoyed getting to know them. As for the video, I guess it's not really publicity for Help as much as it's supposed to just open up people's idea of development work. Admittedly, I'm a bit skeptical about it having that desired effect. Either way though, I'm curious to see how it turns out. I'll be sure to post it here when its finished.

Week 2

I went to Suva again this week. Sometimes I really wish I could just live there for the summer, because I really don't care for going back and forth. This week I had an appointment with Dr. Isimeli Tukana. He's the big guy over NCD's in Fiji. Originally, I met with him to pitch the diabetes book I wrote and get approval for the WHO to publish it. What ended up happening, was me agreeing to write a book to teenagers about media awareness. I might have been more bummed about the book not getting automatic approval, but even if it never does get published, meeting with Dr. Tukana was the best thing that could have happened to me in Fiji.

You see, Dr. Tukana has my job. Well, the job I would like one day anyway. He's the go-to guy for policy and programs in the Ministry of Health. After out initial visit, Sandra and I went to interview him for her research project later that week. It turned into a very long conversation about some of my policy ideas and even the opportunity I may have in the future to help them carry out some of their initiatives. I doubt I'll have a better opportunity to gain such relevant experience with what I want to do for my PhD work. I'm excited to see how that all pans out.

Oh, and as for the book, I also met with the a press team from the Hibiscus Festival committee. I guess the theme for the festival is NCD's so they were wondering if I would be willing to put together a short skit for the pageant contestants to perform at the festival. I showed them the diabetes book and they thought it was perfect. I'm hoping to get the book published before the festival so that maybe they can distribute it after the performance. If not, the performance will be a great start at getting people to become more aware. So I'll be headed back to Suva in a few weeks to help organize the skit. The one thing I'm a bit bummed about, is that the festival happens the day after I leave Fiji, so I won't be able to catch the actual performance.

As if all of that wasn't enough, Sandra somehow roped me into going on a double date on my last day in Suva this week. She called it "not a date," but the moment we met up with everyone else, it was very apparent that it was. Funny thing though, I had actually met my date before. We had met almost a month earlier in the temple from doing sealings together. Haha I actually remember talking to Annie about it that evening and telling her I got to do sealings with one of the most attractive Fijians I'd ever seen.

As you can imagine, my face upon finding out he was my date was rather priceless. Sandra called it 'fate,' but I would consider it more God's ceaseless sense of humor. And just to make the date just a little more interesting, that man was not my only date that night. I guess somebody got their wires crossed, and in an effort to find me a date, two guys were called, and two guys showed up.

Lol maybe other women would enjoy this, but to me, it was mostly just overwhelming. I don't care much for dating, and paying attention to one date all night is exhausting enough. Two dates just about killed me. It didn't help that they were both fresh off the mission either. The one I had met before just got back from his mission in Ogden (where my brother is currently serving), and the other served in California. They both are majoring in engineering (what all of my brothers have thusfar majored in), and hoping to go to school in the states. Between the extensive amount of familial conversations and the random times they would talk to eachother in Fijian, I'm still not sure if they actually enjoyed the 'date,' but they did invite me to hang out with them again when I go back. Lol hopefully they mean in a larger and less paired off group setting. I don't think I have the energy for that again.

After returning from Suva, we decided to spend our Saturday at Treasure Island resort. The parents of one of the YSA girls from Lautoka works there and she was able to get us a great rate for the day. It was a gorgeous island. As you can see.



The snorkeling was stunning and the lunch was overwhelming delicious. I also had the chance to kayak with Molly and Holly (two of our other volunteers). We kayaked to one of the other nearby islands, swam a bit, watched people parasail there, all while I was coveting the jet-ski's they had available for guests of that island. I wish I had a camera out on the kayak, because I've never seen such blue ocean water in my life. It was bluer than the Crayola "ocean blue" crayon, and you could see for at least 10 feet deep or so. Enjoyable as it was, the kayaking did work up quite an appetite, and I was starving by lunch time.

The lunch at treasure island was a buffet, and luckily stocked with tons of different kinds of veggies. Whether it's from my body knowing what it needs or my education playing tricks on my brain, spending lots of time in the sun always makes me crave vegetables. Between the squash, corn, carrots, broccoli, green beans, tomatoes, onions, and romaine, I probably ate 10-12 servings of veggies in just that one setting. It was soooooooooooooo good. As to be expected though, that sent me into a food coma. I tried walking it off by wandering around the beach, but I got half way and felt the need to just lie down on one of the many lounge chairs. I passed out there, and woke up to someone calling my name. I guess the boat was all loaded and everybody was ready to go, but one of the workers (haha not one of my country directors) mentioned that somebody was missing. That lead to the search party, and my unwelcome wake up call. Haha after all, I would not have minded getting stuck there overnight.

Week 3




This week the whole team took a trip to Navai. It's one of the most rural villages in Fiji and sits at the base of Mt. Victoria. I had scheduled with Irene to go out and give my nutrition lectures to the village, but the whole team decided to join for the chance to hike Mt. Victoria. Originally, I planned to do this with them, but after a really cold rainy night and some honest examinations of my less-than-suitable hiking sandals, I decided to stay back and hang out with some of the locals instead. Though everybody seemed to enjoy the hike, I'm really glad I stayed behind. It was one of my most relaxing days in Fiji.



The weather was cool, the village was quiet, and the family we stayed with was incredibly hospitable. I played with their kittens, their daughter Lucy, watched some Bollywood, took a nap, and went for a walk with Tacy and Nikki (who also stayed behind). I didn't have anybody asking me questions, I didn't have to worry about any plans or schedules, and most of all, I had some time all to myself. It was incredible, and rather energizing actually. Working on that entry on love had taken a lot out of me, and this was a great opportunity to recenter and refuel before finishing it up.

After returning from Navai, one of our girls got incredibly sick. Likely, it was from the wild boar she tried on the hike. Back into mother mode, I spent the next couple days taking care of her and trying to get the house and schedules for the next week in order. I don't know if I've mentioned this yet. But I really have enjoyed the chance I've had to be "Momma Cherie." The girls here are wonderful and I've loved the chance to work with them, laugh with them, and serve them. It's been a great experience.

Week 4

This week we celebrated Sia's birthday. Sia is our cook and the woman I've been working with most in my efforts to provide food for the team. She's an amazing and sweet woman, and because of the friendship I've built with her, it was designated to me to figure out a way to get her to her surprise party. We decided the best way to celebrate was taking her out to dinner instead of her cooking for us. My mission, was to get her to the restaurant at 5pm after doing our weekly shopping together. Well, it was a particularly quick shopping trip and somehow, we were done by 4pm. So, I did the only thing I could think of...I stalled...for an hour.

My first method of delay was to ask her opinion on a few things we might need for the house. After that, I asked for her help in purchasing a suluchamba. I told her I wanted her help picking out materials so we went to do that first. Next, I told her to pick out some material for herself because a suluchamba was my b-day present to her, and that after picking out the material, we had to go get ourselves fitted. The timing of all this was perfect, and we finished with our fittings right at 5pm. I then told her I had to pick something up at the restaurant I was supposed to get her to, and without her suspecting a thing, got her to her first surprise birthday party. As much as I love healthy food; pizza, cake, and ice-cream, will always be appreciated by my palate.

The morning after Sia's party, I went to Suva again. This time I went to do HPS (health promoting schools) surveys with Molly, Holly, and Bekah. I was glad I went, because spending time with them was exactly what I needed. They helped me to have fun and at the same time, not fret about trying to pick up the slack I'm constantly being handed. You see, as much as I don't mind being Momma Cherie, it has been bugging me that I've had to take on several country director roles out of default, and without compensation. There's something frustrating about doing the job that I'm paying someone else to do.

The problem is, I have an idea woman for a leader. She's incredibly nice, and I actually really like her personality, but often she seems out of touch and oblivious when it comes to functional planning. It's been a reoccurring problem throughout this trip, and since I hate bad plans, I've tried to pick up some of that slack. For example. Monday, she tried to plan out a HPS trip for us, but it wasn't a plan as much as it was an idea, and since I was the one who was going to be suffering the consequences of that bad plan, I spent my whole day Monday trying to do her job, and make an actual plan. I spent the morning researching and calling all the different schools we were supposed to visit that week. I mapped and scheduled them out so that we could actually get through them in the time allotted, and then told her how we were going to carry things out.

In all, we were able to visit 16 schools in 4 days, and with the exception of one school whose road was washed out by floods, we finished our evaluations in that area. It was an incredible experience to meet with all of these different headmasters. I ended up taking all the rural schools because it was the most efficient way to get them done. Rough as it was getting there, I really appreciated the opportunity to talk with and assess the needs of these remote schools. Perhaps it was just strange coincidence, but all the headmasters I ended up visiting in these villages remembered me from the conference we had had a few months previously. They liked the ideas I presented there and were very receptive and open during our interviews. I felt like I was able to get a clear picture of what they were wanting to achieve in their schools, as well as what was hindering that progression. It's interesting to see how much opportunity for service there is when you are able to form relationships with those in need.

Overall, I felt like it was a successful trip, and I'm happy I was able to help get everything done. I guess I should just be grateful for the opportunity I have to step up and test my leadership skills. It's something I've been wanting to improve for a long time. Maybe this is just a good opportunity for practice.

Birds, Bees, and DDT

I've never been much of a romantic.  Lets face it, I'm somewhat stunted by my own practical nature to have too much appreciation for it.  Yes, I can think of a handful of experiences in my life that one might describe as 'romantic', but many of those seem floofy in nature and inconsequential in meaning.  Often it seemed like those romantic gestures were more distracting than inspiring, and caused more confusion than clarity because they often communicated intentions and emotions perhaps didn't actually exist.  Now that doesn't mean I'm against romance.  Rather, I'm a huge advocate of any gesture that communicates clearly what one is feeling inside.  But it needs to be honest, and to be honest it has to be real.  To be real, it needs to be backed up with the mundane, everyday actions that actually make up the foundation of a solid love and regard.  Too often I see those gestures made without the actions of service, empathy, and understanding.  Too often I've seen them used as a tool to manipulate the emotions of another, usually in an effort to attain something from them (often affection, affirmation, or attention).

I can't tell you how many times I've used affirmation and affection (from back-scratching to kissing; nothing too crazy) as a means of manipulating romantic feelings out of a guy.  What's more tragic, is realizing how many times that kind of worked.  Emphasis on kind of.  It usually convinced them to try and date me (some even wanted to marry me) because they enjoyed how I made them feel, but it never did inspire them to respect, serve, love, or even really get to know who I actually am.  It never provided me any feelings of safety or security because I knew there was no solid foundation for that relationship.  I had figuratively built a house of cards that couldn't bear the weight of reality.  I was full of seemingly genuine romantic gestures, but never felt the emotional connection and trust required for it to be real.  And likewise, many of the guys who expressed grand feelings of romance never did really get to know me.  Haha, I know.  It's not really a mystery as to why I'm single.

So admittedly, I know nothing about love and romance.  I'm more familiar with the 'not-love' category.  At 26, I'm behind most people my age in experience, and admittedly lacking in many of those desires.  It's something that has been on my mind for months, (okay....years), but all I've been able to form in that time are theories and observations.  I've talked to countless people about it.  I've asked endless questions.  I've read, pondered, and prayed on the subject to exhaustion.  As I age, I do feel like I'm starting to comprehend some things a little better.  But my experience is still largely non-existent, and therefore my understanding rather narrow and naive.  That frustrates me profusely because it's something I really want to comprehend.  It's something powerful that I've seen shape, lift, and change entire lives, and I want to know how it does that. 

In case it's not obvious by now, love is kind of my obsession.  But not just romantic love.  Though I do have desires to love, marry, and progress with my spouse for eternity, I find great fulfillment in just exploring the overall concept of love.  Romantic love is just one aspect of that curiosity.  In my mind, human love is a complicated topic with powerful implications.  I find that, the more I learn about love, the more reverence I have for it and the happier I feel.  In a way, I'm in love with love, and I feel blessed every day for the opportunity to practice that love in my family and friendships.  But there are things about love that I constantly wonder about, and those questions often nag my waking thoughts.  One of these, is why haven't we advanced very far, as a species, in comprehending, propagating, and promoting love?  We've had centuries to learn, improve, and teach our children how to do it better.  Why haven't we become experts in love?  Why is it so difficult for us to create, communicate, and practice something that each and every human being seems to desire?  

My first guess, is that very few have even been able to explore the possibilities of the concept - let alone master it.  I look at those famous researchers, neurologists, and psychologists who spend their whole life obsessing about love, but can't maintain one single monogamous relationship or healthy family life.  Sure, there might be something to be said for "those who can't do, teach," but moreover, I wonder if love is something so eternal and comprehensive, that our finite human minds can't focus on one of it's possibilities without excluding large portions of it from our perceptions.  I wonder if the reason those 'experts' seem to fail in practice is because they've tried to narrow love down into a mold that robs it of it's eternally expansive essence.

In my people-watchings I'm always amazed by how many different forms and manifestations romantic love seems to take.  Sometimes I see the incredible power and celestial possibilities of romantic love.  Other times, I see the seemingly unromantic choices required to perpetuate romantic love.  I've seen incredible acts of selflessness, kindness, and compassion, all driven by a desire to love, as well as the impossible made possible just because someone was motivated by love. 



On the other hand, sometimes I see relationships that claim mutual love, but don't emit any of it's uplifting fruits.  Often I've seen smart people do very stupid and destructive things in the pursuit of romantic love, and at times some abusive things in the name of that love.  But, is what those people are professing as love actually love?  Or is it an adulterated form of the word, far removed from the original and always uplifting concept?  Is the man cheating on his wife really capable of feeling the love he professes for her?  Is the abused woman who claims to love her abuser really able to feel love when she has lost the ability to love herself?  Can either of those be capable of the love needed to properly raise children and teach them how to love themselves and others?  From where I sit, it seems doubtful.

After all, love is an ambiguous concept, wrapped in a paradox, and often sold as a conundrum.  The fact that the word "love" can be a verb, noun, adverb, and even an adjective just goes to show how intricate and involved the concept is.  And that's just in the English language.  Include all the different types of love described by all the different languages around the world, and you have a topic that all of humanity seems obsessed about and yet totally ignorant of as a whole.  Based on the complicated and convoluted understanding of love being portrayed by most media outlets and even scientific studies, I feel pretty comfortable stating that we, as a species, haven't even scratched the surface on the true nature and possibility of human love, and that includes romantic love.

I mean, if you think about it, what is romantic love?  Is it an extension of familial love?  A product of developed attraction?  A subset of God's love?  Or is it in it's own category altogether?  Is physical attraction really requisite for romantic love to exist?  Is romantic love spiritual in nature or is it just the product of physical attraction mixed with our reproductive dispositions?  Does sexual attraction exist on a spiritual level?  Or is it just a product of our genetics and social programming?  Well, from everything I've read, including all of the brain scans, psychological testing, and studies done, they really only agree on one thing - it's complicated.  For those not familiar with academia, "it's complicated" is the academic's way of saying "we don't really know."

I'm not a psychologist, a neurologist, nor any kind of expert in romance, but in my studies and efforts to find answers to these questions, I've made a few theories of my own: 1.) that love is a spiritual concept and property, and 2.) that part of what makes romantic love so complicated is that it is one of the few areas of our human experience where our physical and spiritual appetites meet, interact, and start to have eternal impacts. 

"Spiritual appetite" may be a strange concept, but I feel pretty comfortable making the assertion that the desire to be loved is very much a spiritual appetite.  It's why we as women are so paranoid about 'being loved for our body.'  It's why statements like "he/she loves me for me" are so cliche.  Our spirits desire love.  We crave the deep spiritual connections that fill us with peace and a sense of purpose.  We desire the safety and security that comes from knowing another being cares about you, (the real you, not the perceived you) deeply and unconditionally.

Why do we crave that?  I'm sure there are plenty of psychologists who would jump on that question and try to answer it with a laundry list of neurotransmitters.  But personally, I'm pretty sure the reason we crave love is because, as spirit children of a Heavenly Father, we once knew and felt the infinitely wonderful feeling of divine love.  We continually knew of it's comfort, warmth, safety, and security.  Coming to an earth where that feeling isn't always felt or perceived would be like coming from the Garden of Eden to the Tanezrouft Basin.  Spiritually, we are starved for that love, and though we don't have access to the feast we once did, our relationships with one another, romantic or otherwise, is our only way to tangibly access that manna.  

Just to be clear, I'm not saying the love of God is not felt here on earth.  I'm proposing that without our relationships and the love we feel for one another, we would never be able to comprehend nor reciprocate the love God is feeling for us.  The two actions, loving God and our fellowmen, are eternally connected through the whole Plan of Salvation.  Love is the power behind creation, the Atonement, and our eternal progression.  Families are the social structure of the eternities.  There's a reason families are a 'laboratory of love,' and it goes far beyond evolutionary advantage.   

I believe the whole reason we came to this earth is to gain a body, and learn to love one another with that body.  I'm not just talking about sex, though that does play a role.  Imagine how easy it is just to feel love for all of humanity after a good meal.  Now think about how much more difficult it is to show love for all of humanity when you're starving and somebody just asked you for your last piece of bread.  The act of love, again both romantic and otherwise, is a difficult investment of time, effort, and sacrifice.  And like most things, it takes endless practice.  The work required to create and nurture love between two people is both spiritually and physically intensive.  We needed bodies to appreciate, practice, and understand the depths of love those investments can offer.  And, yes, I think that is just as true for romantic love as it is for any other kind.   

As a 26 year old virgin, I wonder a lot about the role of sex in love.  Since I have no experience in the matter, my wondering usually has to rely on the information of others.  Luckily, I have a family who is very open on the subject and always willing to share what they've learned.  Difficult as it may be, I'm grateful for their willingness to put up with my awkward and ignorant questions.  What I've learned from them, and many others, is that the best sex happens when both parties are wholly concerned with making the other person happy.  When selflessness motivates them rather than selfish lusts and passions.  I can see how that would be a very difficult thing to gauge or master.  In the heat of any given moment, I doubt either party is checking their intentions to make sure the affection they are entering into is selfless.  But consider for a moment, the reputation of make-up sex.  I don't think it's a coincidence that at a time both parties are feeling generous is the time they both experience great intimacy.


So how does one reach that kind of connection without the fight?  How do you achieve that kind of intimacy throughout your sex life?  A very smart friend of mine once described sex as "the physical expression of your entire emotional relationship."  She explained that her experience, great sex can be heavily correlated with a selfless, compassionate, and respectful courtship (both before and during marriage).  She discreetly expressed her own observations of how things like patience, respect, and faith played a role in her desire and ability to please her husband and vice versa.  It was an enlightening conversation, and I appreciate her frankness and honesty.  It was a long conversation, but overall, it still always seemed to go back to selflessness.  Everybody I've ever talked to about sex does seem to agree on that.  Well, with the exception of those who are trying to sell something.  

That does bring me to my next point.  Have you ever thought about how much money is spent trying teach people how to get love rather than give it?  It's quite genius if you think about it.  Create or exacerbate an appetite in your target audience, mislead them just enough that they never find satisfaction, and you have a bottomless pit of profit to look forward to.   
      
Just consider for a bit, why do I need 346 ways to convince someone to want me?  Why would I want to 'make someone fall in love in 90 minutes'?  I'm not saying people can't learn a trick or two from those articles, but so often they seem to miss the point.  Selflessness, kindness, patience, and respect is the foundation of love.  Not sex.  Why do we so often ascribe sexual satisfaction as a prerequisite to love, when in actuality, love is the prerequisite to sexual satisfaction?  


Not to demonize capitalism, but I'm pretty sure it's because sex sells.  Get people to think that getting love is the path to happiness rather than giving it, and they'll perpetually gorge themselves on emotional junk food in an attempt to find just a hint of the fulfillment real love can offer.  We are becoming economically and emotionally bankrupt in the attempt to stave off malnutrition, and the irony is, the ingredients for real spiritual nutrition are all there, free of charge.  It's just that few people have ever learned how to create it, and even fewer are willing to work or sacrifice their energies into mastering the task.  The cupboards are full of good food, but we are still trying to subsist on oreos and ice cream. 
 

And just like junk food, that messes with your brain chemistry.  Arousing those sexual and other selfish appetites in the absence of solid, time-tested, respectful love just makes building that foundation more difficult.  At least, in my limited experience, my selfish desires for affection and companionship have done little more than distract me from the work of actually building a foundation of love.  I get the rose colored glasses.  I start seeing them how I want to see them, and disregard things they do or say that challenges my desired vision.  I start wanting and try to manipulate specific things from them, regardless of whether or not it's good for them to give.  I lie to myself and at times to them, in an effort to maintain the 'twitterpation high' those appetites offer when satisfied.  But none of that leads to love.  None of that ever really can.  Marriages that start out this way have rough time trying to reinforce their weak foundations.  So much so, that many start to crack and crumble within just a few years.  Likewise, marriages that once had a solid foundation often cave after relatively short periods of neglect.  Family is a massive weight.  An incredibly powerful and wonderful one, but massive nonetheless.  Unless both parties are willing to buckle down, serve, sacrifice, and work at that foundation continuously, their family falls apart.  And the consequences of that are never pretty.  


But what is the role of sex in that foundation?  Better yet, as we age and become less attractive to one another, what is the role of sexual attraction in that foundation?  All the experts say a healthy marriage requires a healthy sex life right?  So then wouldn't sexual attraction be an essential part of marriage?  Isn't a strong, if not overpowering, attraction requisite to spending the rest of your life with one person?  Why else would you choose to give up the total freedom of the single life if not for something that's so strong it makes you feel like you have no choice in the matter?  

This is probably where I'll start making people angry.  It's not my intention, but I do want to offer an alternative point of view.  So often we ascribe our experiences as "the way things are done," but never really ponder other possible, perhaps better, options.  Since I have no such experiences when it comes to actual love, I have no such attachments, and I'm going to suggest a few things that may reach beyond people's comfort zones.  You're welcome to disagree with me, especially since most of what I'm going to offer is total speculation.  But before criticizing or getting upset, just do me a favor and think about it.  

To illustrate my point, I'm going to go back in time.  It'll take a bit to explain, but bear with me.

My close friends and family know of my affinity to gay men.  Ever since I hit puberty, I have found myself surrounded by them wherever I go.  My involvement in music and drama played a big part in that growing up.  My distaste for arrogant, oblivious, and disrespectful men later in life probably added to it.  Because of my junkie-like addiction to non-sexual affection (hugs, snuggles, etc.) and my incessant need for intimate friendships, I've become quite close with and developed a deep love for many gay men in my life.  They all have such wonderful, perceptive, loving, and compassionate hearts.  I'm pretty sure it's impossible not to love them.

Anyway, from a young age, one of my greatest struggles with LDS doctrine and the church, has been the role of homosexuality in the Plan of Salvation.  Nothing in the plan specifically addresses what happens to a human being who is attracted to someone of the same gender.  Nothing in the plan actually explains how a man with those attractions should live his life.  All that is taught was that same-gender attraction is not a sin (I do believe it to be either genetic or somehow tied to development in the womb), that those who deal with it are loved of God, that they shouldn't act on those attractions, and that sexual activity, of any kind and between any genders, outside of marriage, is wrong.  Also, that building families are a sacred part of our eternal progression, that marriage is ordained of God, and meant to be an covenant between a man and a woman.  As a teenager and even now as an adult, my heart ached for these men, not because I considered them damned, but because I didn't know what to tell them when they asked me how I felt about it.  I had no doubt in the truth of the gospel, and I had no doubt that they were loved by God, yet I couldn't seem to find any peace about this particular subject.

Fast forward a few years, many prayers, and countless conversations later, I'm prepping to give a lesson on Mormonism to a group of would-be yogi's in Rishikesh, India.  I'm going over the Plan of Salvation when it finally hits me: There is no spiritual adoption.  For those of you who aren't Mormon, that probably seems really pointless.  But one of the essential parts of Mormonism is eternal families and the belief that each individual, when married, is capable of becoming like God (who is married).  We believe that one day, we will be able to create our own worlds (with our spouses), populated with the spirit children we will create in the next life (just as God did for us in this life).

Marriage is prerequisite to creating those children, and the laws of the universe require both a man and a woman to create.  The reason Mormons want to keep marriage between a man and a women is because we believe it's more than an affirmation of love or just a contract you sign here on earth.  It's a covenant whose sole purpose it to set you up to become like God and spiritually create other beings for time and all eternity.  It's central to every single other doctrine taught and a crucial part of the purpose of life.  It's never been about discrimination.  We just have a different definition of what marriage is than most.  And since the creation of children is the central tenant of that institution (whether in this world or the next), its composition is meant to comply with the physical/spiritual laws that create children.

So, back to Rishikesh.  It dawns on me, that as much as a man might love another man, he can't create children with him, and would therefore be halted in his progression and efforts to become like God.  God does not do anything out of malice.  The reason He teaches us marriage is the union between a man and a woman is not because he wishes to punish those with same-sex attractions.  He does it because He knows, in the eternities, this is the only union that can create.  Since 'sin' is anything that interrupts our path to become like God, homosexual relationships are therefore considered a sin.  Not because they are dark and evil, but because no amount of love between two men, or two women, can create a child.  And since there's no such thing as eternal adoption, then a homosexual man (or woman) would therefore have to choose between the partner he loves and his eternal progression.

Considering how powerful romantic love can be, that would be an excruciatingly difficult choice.  One that many may choose the former in, and therefore choose to halt their own progression.  And as merciful as I know God is with his children, I also know He deeply respects our ability to choose and halt our progression.  And I think it's why developing homosexual relationships is considered a serious sin, because it leads to us putting at odds two very crucial parts of our progression, love and children.  As much as this broke my heart, it finally helped me understand how a loving God could ask for his children to do something as difficult as forgo romantic relationships in this life.  At the same time, it sparked a whole new hunger to understand eternal love.  The kind of love God experiences with His wife.  What kind of love is that?  I'm assuming it's different from the type he feels with His children.  What is the role of attraction in that love?  Does it even exist outside of these temporal and imperfect bodies? Or is it possible that attraction is just a temporal means of getting selfish human beings to start families so that they can then learn what selfless love is all about?  Is attraction just a product our physical development?  Is it just something that's meant to push us toward creating a family, wherein we learn to love as God loves (and this includes the partner-in-deed kind of love God feels for His wife).

To be clear, I'm by no means advocating for gay men to go find a woman they think they can tolerate and marry them for the sake of getting married.  Honestly, I think staying single and celibate would be an easier and perhaps better option, though still very difficult.  I would just like to make space for doubt about sexual attraction being a fundamental part of our eternal identity.  I personally don't think it is.  I'm betting it's like hunger or fear; all necessary impulses to perpetuate our mortal bodies, but with glorified and eternal bodies, they are no longer impulses we feel.  I'm sure food and sex would still be enjoyable (Well, I'm obviously not sure about that just yet).  But either way, the more I learn, the more likely it seems that all the weight we put into attraction is largely...overrated.

My time in India only added to this.  India is one of the few places that still regularly practices arranged marriages, even amongst educated and developed classes.  Once you get to know a few people who have been together for several decades from an arranged marriage, you see the framework of love they've built for their family.  It doesn't take much exposure to make you start questioning the western model of romantic marriage quite a bit. 

I remember the first time I talked to a woman who was married to a total stranger.  Horrible sounding on the surface, I remember being captivated by the love she expressed for her husband.  In fact, through those kinds of conversations, I've actually had to repent of my condemning perspective on arranged marriages.  Yes, on a grand scale, there is your fair share of miserable couples, but I can't say there's any more than in the self-chosen 'love marriages' I've seen.  What amazes me is just how solid some of those arranged marriages are.  It's as if without the roller-coaster of hormonal courtship, these people gain a view of one another that is more clear than many self-proclaimed soul mates.  They also are conscious and deliberate in their decision to love the spouse they're given, and it's amazing how much deep and genuine love they manage to perpetuate throughout their lives.  If nothing else, it seems vitally important to consider that the deliberate decision to love someone may be even more powerful than the natural attraction you might feel for them.

I think this is one of the greatest strengths of arranged marriages.  Many feel like love happens to them, that they don't choose it, or that they can't help their feelings for another.  So likewise, when love goes, they can't help that either.  I've long been suspicious of this claim, because in everything I've observed, all things worth while always seem to require conscious choice.  You may be completely infatuated with someone, adore every bit and morsel about them, but at some point, you have to consciously decide whether to love them forever or not.

Many don't make this decision while things are good and the euphoric feelings of love are strong.  Rather, they wait until things are so bad, that choosing to love this person seems impossible.  They sever and discard salvageable relationships with hopes of a better future upgrade.  So often, we are amputating relationships that could be healed with a renewed investment in the basic principles of love: faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities.  

Bringing that concept back to the world of attraction, if you talk to any couple who has been happily married more than 30 years, the vast majority don't have sex with their spouse because they are intensely attracted to them, but rather, because they love them and are strongly attached to them.  That attachment is what fuels their sex life.  Helen Fisher, one of those 'love experts' has done several studies on the difference between sexual attraction, romantic love, and long-term attachment, and this is what she's found.  Take it with a grain of salt, but she did a study in 2005 that agrees with many things I've found in my observations.  In brain scans, the part of our brain that signals lust/libido lights like a Christmas tree for the first 12-18 months of a relationship, but then quickly fizzles out.  The part that signals romantic attraction lights up longer, but slowly starts to fade after only a few years.  In contrast, the part of the brain associated with attachment (a region responsible for feelings of peace, safety, and unity) develops more activity as time and the relationship develop.

As to what makes up the kind of love that exists after 30 years of marriage, my observations (and Dr. Fisher's) definitely point to attachment (the healthy kind).  In one of her later studies, Dr. Fisher found that this region has a more powerful effect on behavior and long-term perceived happiness than either of the other two.  So why do we spend so much time obsessing over and trying to find that short term high?  Why do we put so much weight in attraction when it's only going to last a few years?  

Perhaps that's counter-intuitive to most singles, but it makes sense though doesn't it?  What's sad to me, is how often singles, in an effort to gain the favor of the opposite sex and experience the thrills of attraction, compromise more promising attachments for faster and more...exciting...options.  And when so few people are educated or experienced in what makes a more promising/healthy attachment, it's not surprising.  Qualities like 'committed, responsible, kind, nurturing, humble, etc' are rarely sought after until experience teaches of their value.

This is where I wish to make a case for romance.  Real, enduring, romance.  The kind of romance that can't be captured in the flowers and sonnets, but rather the kind that's created through sleepless nights with sick children.  The kind that's created while the one they love holds their hair back during morning sickness, or holds their hand while they wait for bad news.  The kind of romance that encourages and supports during the most unromantic times of trial.  The kind that reminds us of our own divine nature and potential to become like God.

Through all the chaos of courtship, contentious children, and convoluted human perception, every truly happy and healthy couple I've watched always seem to have a decided amount of mutual respect and interdependent attachment.  What they build that respect upon varies widely, but however they did it, they both have a deep and developed understanding of who their spouse is, and just how amazing they are, and how amazing they can be.  They feel lucky, if not privileged, to be with that person.  They have a sense of unity, trust, and mutual survival instincts, like two soldiers going into the battle of life. 

And, like any good soldier, each is more concerned with protecting than being protected.  That mutual selflessness pays off, and they know that together, they'll be able to conserve their energies, weather those storms, conquer threats, and endure countless hardships.  And I don't think it's because they just feel so attracted to and giddy about the other person.  No, both of those things fade over time, and I think they are meant to fade over time.  As we push past and work through the drama of our every day lives, each of us is striving for some kind of peaceful and uplifting equilibrium (aka happiness).  That equilibrium becomes more achievable and even more fulfilling when both members of a marriage desire it for themselves and one another.
    
That's a powerful bond, and I wonder if that's the kind of love we should be searching for more furtively in all of our relationships.  Imagine how strong a network of friendships, families, and marriages would be if everybody involved had a heartfelt respect for one another and reliably loved and supported one another, no matter how difficult it may be.  Imagine how protective and powerful those attachments would be.  I may not be an expert in love nor marriages, but I have been incredibly blessed to be a part of such a vessel.  I can testify to the incredible resilience and safety of such a ship.  I've seen the kinds of storms it can endure and it endows me with the courage to take on whatever challenge life may bestow.

I've also watched my siblings and friends start to create their own ships.  I admire and acknowledge the amount of seemingly unromantic compassion and respect that's required for those vessels to sustain the children they've gone on to create.  I think this is why, at least to me, respect and kindness are the basic building blocks of true romance.  When things get rough, I don't need flowers, I need someone who is going trust and support my ability to make decisions.  When I'm discouraged, a sonnet will not serve me as effectively as someone who can see and remind me of who I truly am and what I'm capable of.

I don't desire the emotional roller coaster.  Haha I'm getting too old to enjoy that.  I desire to respect someone so much, that I can trust them with my vulnerabilities, my choices, and my life.  If I ever get the chance to find it, I hope to do everything in my power to nurture it.  If I ever get the chance to have children of my own, I hope to teach them that as well.  I hope to teach them a version of 'the birds and the bees' that illustrates not only what sex is, but what it can be.  I hope to teach them to look past the glitz, glamor, and selfishness of what most media portrays as love.  I hope to teach them to enjoy, but also see through the thrill and stress of attraction and dating.  Maybe then, they will make wiser marital choices and stronger families.  Maybe then, we will start to access the infinite depth and possibility of human love.  Just maybe...  

Disrespect and Evolution.

So I spent most of this week in Suva.  I left Monday evening for a meeting with some illustrators at USP (University of the South Pacific) and pitched the illustration contest to them for the diabetes book I wrote.  Tomorrow we'll be picking our winners and finishing up our rough draft of the book.

I also met with the head of the dance department to get started on the Zumba video (FINALLY!).  It was a good meeting, but I can tell the director is really wanting to make this a publicity opportunity for himself and his dance team.  This means I probably won't be helping choreograph as much, nor will I probably be in the video's (both of which I'm kind of happy about), but my job is going to be finding music and giving an outline of what the workout should entail.  More than anything, I'm just excited to get to work on this and be involved with these talented and creative minds.  I think it will turn out very nicely.

While I was in Suva, I also met a bit with the mission president and his wife.  Turns out, the mission president's wife is Tacy's (one of the girls that came to Suva with me) grandmother's sister.  Small world once again.  She invited us to dinner the first night in Suva, and then had me over for a cookie-baking afternoon later that week (where I made about 16 dozen crack-cookies)  I was so impressed by this woman.  She's genuinely nurturing, talented, and incredibly wise, but also spunky and fun.  We talked about music, politics, and her children mostly, and it was an incredibly enjoyable afternoon.  I love meeting those kind of people.  I always walk away feeling so....uplifted.  I'll probably be back there next time I go to Suva.

I left Suva Friday afternoon.  Saturday afternoon, I met the the relief society sisters in our ward to give my nutrition lecture.  I taught them the basics and also how to read a nutrition label.  It seemed much more applicable with this audience because they actually have access to sweets and processed foods, and lack the space to grow all of their own fruits and veggies.  I did see the effect as well.  There were a lot more diabetics and hypertensive people in this meeting than any other meeting I'd had thus far.  It was a good opportunity for me to brush up on the NCD portion of my lecture.

And then, last night, we went to the carnival in Lautoka.  It was probably the most dangerous thing I've done since I left the States.  The rides all had to be about 40-50 years old, and, in order to provide the desired thrill, were all run faster than they probably should have been.  The Ferris wheel spun so fast the drop was a free fall.  While I was riding the scrambler (really fast spinny thing), the money that was in my bra (haha had no pockets) somehow managed to end up on the floor by the end of the ride.  It was nuts.

After getting our fill of adrenaline rushes, we decided to check out the dance clubs in Lautoka.  Russ and a few other YSA people came with us.  We were some of the first people to show up, but the DJ was nice enough to provide us with some familiar music, and we made the most of it.  I haven't danced that much since I left Thailand, which seems like forever ago.  We stayed for just a few hours, but I think our timing was perfect.  I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I don't really care for Indian men.  Yes, there are exceptions, but the majority I've interacted with are incredibly arrogant, vain, rude, and shockingly disrespectful.  They're also cowards though, so for the first few hours we were at the club, they mostly left us alone.  Once they were drunk enough to approach us, they were drunk enough to be a huge annoyance.

One guy kept grabbing my arm to dance with him, even though I was already dancing with someone else.  He was so persistent about it, I stopped dancing all together and gave him the biggest death-glare I could muster up.  That worked, and he left me alone after that.  It's just such a contrast to the peaceful and incredibly respectful nature of most Fijian men I interact with.  I just feel so bad for the Indo-fijian women who are having to marry (often by arrangement) and raise children with those men.  Rough as the dating scene may be back home, at least I don't have to deal with that.  Part of me hopes that as the arranged marriages become less popular, Indian men might actually figure out how to treat women well.  If not, I hope those women choose partners that treat them well, and evolution takes its course.