“Bloom where you’re planted” is a phrase that no teenager
with a lot of angst wants to hear. Yet, looking back, my mom was right - as she
often is - about the necessity of and the joy that comes from immersing
yourself in wherever it is that you are, rather than resenting that place. At
age 16, I wanted nothing more than to be far from Long Island and New York.
Fast-forward to age 22, and now I can’t imagine where I would rather be. My
time in Dominican Volunteers has given me an enriched and renewed appreciation
for the amazing city and state that I grew up in.
It’s no secret that I moved the smallest distance for my
service year. While some volunteers moved across the country, I did not. On a
good day, I can drive across just two counties from my parents’ home to my new
community in the Bronx in about 45 minutes. By public transportation, I would
cross four counties, take one Long Island Railroad Train, the 1, 2 or 3 subway
line up one stop to 42nd St, then the S or the 7 to Grand Central,
and then the 6 all the way to the end, and end up in my community in about two
hours. At my ministry site, I’m about 21 miles from my parents’ house, and my
community is roughly 19 miles from where I grew up. I may be close to home, but
the past few months have been a world of difference that I never could have
expected.
Katherine and the President of Ghana |
Speaking at the Migration and Immigration Conference |
Community life has also been an experience unlike any other.
First and foremost, I am living in the
Bronx. When people mention “the Bronx,” images of the era of the “burning
Bronx” in the 1980s are conjured. There is a certain nervousness with which
people approach the Bronx. I myself, despite living on Long Island for the
majority of my life, had only driven through the Bronx, and never made an
effort to explore it. I had been missing out on so much! Not only is the Bronx
the largest of the city’s five boroughs, it is also the most diverse, with over
200 cultures represented. There are distinctly Italian sections of the Bronx,
there are Caribbean sections, Latin American, Irish – any culture that one can
imagine is likely represented here. High in the Northeast corner of the Bronx,
a stone’s throw from Westchester County, is my home at Our Lady of Assumption
Church, where I have been able to grow in my faith and learn valuable life
lessons from women who have seen and done it all. From sharing stories about
growing up in the Bronx, to deep and thought-provoking discussions on poverty
or the true nature of what it means to be “pro-life,” my community has shown me
the beauty of life well lived in pursuit of the truth, and has taught me
lessons that I know will stick with me long after the year is over.
So, yes, bloom where you are planted. In my case, it could
be that I am challenged to consider the plight of migrants and refugees in the
morning, and then asked to consider what role women should have in peace
negotiations in the afternoon. It has involved helping to plan a forum,
volunteering for the International Day of the Girl Child Summit, drafting a
proposal for an event on indigenous women in agriculture, writing statements
for a social development commission, taking an active role on six NGO
committees, collaborating with great people, and being tasked with professional
responsibilities that I never thought would be possible as a recent graduate. It has involved cooking for my community,
which I was terrified of doing. It has involved waking up at 5:50AM for prayer,
which seemed daunting at first, but has carried many personal rewards as well
as strengthened my relationship with my community. It has involved finding a
new home in an unexpected place, but still being so close to the home I’ve
known since childhood. It’s involved giving a place I was ready to leave a
second glance, and definitely not regretting it at all. It has involved
traveling around the world without ever leaving New York, and it’s involved
being in a center of global diplomacy every day, but returning to my quiet
corner of suburbia every night.
It’s been about five months since I formally said “yes” to
the Dominican Volunteers journey at our Orientation Retreat. While I don’t know
what the rest of the year will hold, or what the future beyond this year of
Dominican Volunteers looks like, I have learned that having faith in the fact
that all things happen as they are meant to, I will never be disappointed, and
will always be in for a new adventure, even if that adventure is just 20 miles
away from Long Island.
“Bloom where you’re planted.”