We had a meeting with a settlement agency today.
It was pretty surreal. After so much reading and talking and asking questions and getting excited and deflated and back again, to sit in that office and feel that this thing is actually possible. That we can sponsor and host refugees in our rural community here. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been matched with families, that the work that lays ahead now is fundraising and community building prep-work instead of reading through endless forms and web documents (fearing that everyone’s best intentions, mine included, are being watered down by time and life).
The office walls were covered with UNHCR posters of people with their trajectories in large print and the closing : « it takes courage to be a refugee. »
I welcome the reminder that my life is relatively so fucking easy. Our cold storage is full of food. We have the funds to pay the power bill. Our kids have colourful open-ended wooden toys. We can even take some time for personal endeavours in year two of this farm. It isn’t easy. But it isn’t that hard either.
I go through the motions of the day – the diaper changes, the feeding of the hens, the story books, the bed times – thinking about the crises, the people caught in wars, behind fences, in camps. Now that I know more about a few of the people forced to seek refuge away from their homelands, it is harder. Harder to not give it our all.
May this work.
And may political will make the settlement of more refugees in Canada possible before winter takes its toll.