An Alum Reflects on His Journey

Deven Bussey is the eldest of five siblings who have attended, or still attend, MWS. We are glad that our alumni stay in touch and share their news with us. Here, Deven reflects on how his Meadowbrook experience prepared him for his unique career path. 

I graduated from Meadowbrook Waldorf School back in 2004, and while there are a lot of things that have led me to where I am today (which is Taipei, Taiwan!), Meadowbrook played a big role. I moved to Zhuhai, China in 2012 after graduating from Skidmore College. I lived there for two years, teaching English at Sun-Yat-Sen University, before moving to Chengdu for the better part of five years. During that time, I studied Mandarin and worked as a college counselor, before moving into video production work, which is my current focus. I moved to Taipei in February to pursue more opportunities in this area.

Over the past four or so years, I’ve produced and directed music documentaries, shot a pilot for a TV series, traveled around China shooting a tourism project, filmed concerts, music videos and much more. My next project will be a web TV series in Taiwan about a group of students learning how to produce electronic music and market themselves as up-and-coming artists.

I’d say the most exiting project was a documentary I shot with my friend called Break The Wall, about the history of underground dance music in China. For that film, I had the chance to travel to places such as Beijing, Hong Kong, Shanghai Yunnan among many others, and interview some of the most influential people in the electronic music scene in that part of the world. Finally, I was able to attend ADE (Amsterdam Dance Event), when the film premiered there!

Throughout this journey, I like to look back on how I came to be doing these things. They weren’t things that I planned to do but more the result of “hey, that sounds interesting and unique, why not do that?” This way of thinking is something I attribute to Meadowbrook and my Waldorf education. For example, there were many opportunities I got in China just by being willing to speak Mandarin and try something outside my comfort zone. I went to smaller cities to play guitar and sing at events where a lot of the people had never seen a foreigner in the flesh before! I gave a speech in Chinese about tourism in Sichuan for a forum attended by many of the regional governors. My proudest fun moment may have been when I made it onto the pages of Vogue Taiwan modeling a winter jacket for a marketing campaign that some of my friends were doing!

To me, these experiences, while a bit out-of-the-box, have been some of the most worthwhile as they led me to meet people and explore places that I would have never had the chance to normally. I can also see how a different version of myself would have dismissed some of these opportunities as “not worthwhile” or “too strange”, just as some might view Eurythmy (though I can’t imagine my 10-year-old self ever thinking that Eurythmy was not the best use of my time…).

I was back visiting Rhode Island this past summer, and I remember talking with my younger brother, Will, who had just graduated from Meadowbrook and was looking forward to starting at The Prout School. He enjoyed his time at Meadowbrook but he was telling me how excited he was to do more “typical” things, like join sports teams etc. I understood what he meant, but I also had to smile a little, having gone to the same high school myself. I went on to tell him that, of all my educational stops (including the Catholic high school and a liberal arts college), Meadowbrook is easily the one that made the greatest impact on me, and is the experience that stands out the most, even 15 years later. There’s nothing wrong with “typical” but the older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve been able to see the things I thought I may have been missing out on as a middle-school student were just that: typical.

Betty Merner and the Class of 2004 (Deven in the black hat)

Talking with my brother also got me thinking about how some of the unique things that I learned at Meadowbrook have helped me in really practical ways. I’ve become quite comfortable doing public speaking and voice-over work, and I know that the yearly plays I participated in at Meadowbrook set a foundation for that. So much of what we learned at Meadowbrook was also taught through the form of stories and I truly believe that helped me build up a strong sense of narrative structure that has helped me a lot with my recent film work. We were even decorating a set for a music video recently and I was brought back to one time when we decorated our classroom as a “crystal cave” for gnomes!

Finally, as someone who was never a math lover, I can confirm that I still do simple multiplication in my head using the rhymes that I was taught in 2nd or 3rd grade! I will never forget that “9 times 8 is seventy-twoooooo, then 80, 88, 96 and we’re through!”

Last summer, I had a chance to reconnect with my teacher Mrs. Merner and a few of the students from our graduating class. One thing that really struck me was how, for such a small class, we had all ended up following very different and interesting paths that strayed away from normal or, god forbid, boring! That’s what I’m most grateful to Meadowbrook for. For instilling this sense in me that different isn’t bad and that trying things I may not love, or that I initially would have dismissed as uninteresting, have led to some of the best opportunities and experiences of my life.

 

 

A Day in the Life of a Pilgrim

Donna Mirza has been the movement teacher at Meadowbrook for many years. She is an avid cyclist, skier and hiker so is excited to be spending her 2011 – 2012 sabbatical year teaching at the Waldorf School on the Roaring Fork in Colorado. Her daughter Emily graduated from our school in 2004 and is currently studying public health at Western Washington State University.

This past summer my daughter Emily and I walked an ancient pilgrimage, the Camino de Santiago which translates as the Way of St James. This pilgrimage route transverses the width of the northwest Spain and has existed for over a thousand years. It leads to the city of Santiago de Compostela where legend holds that the remains of St. James are buried.

So what was a day in the life of a pilgrim like? Let me take you on a typical day. Waking at 5 am became intuitive. It was easy to do when sleeping began by 9 pm the night before from the fatigue of walking 15 miles even after an afternoon siesta. Quietly, we’d tip-toe out of the dormitory with backpacks readied the night before so as to not wake sleeping pilgrims (once 90 pilgrims in one room!) Breakfast of yogurt and fruit in the kitchen unless it was in earshot of the dormitory, then we’d eat outside with our headlamps not to disturb sleeping pilgrims. And then we’d walk and walk and walk some more. Leaving before sunrise assured us finishing our walk before the strong sun and heat of the afternoon.

Aside from food and drink everything that we needed, all 16 lbs, was carried in our backpacks. The list: one change of clothes, 3 extra pairs of socks, poncho, toiletries, first aid, flip flops (for showers), micro-fiber towel, light weight fleece, long sleeve shirt, wide brim hat, sleeping bag liner and sheet, comfy sandals for touring and guide book.

Along our pilgrimage, we walked through tiny hamlets, medieval villages and historic cities. We walked through row upon row of beautifully manicured vineyards and miles upon miles of crop fields of wheat and barley, with an occasional golden surprise of acres of sunflowers. We walked on cobble stoned roads, ancient Roman roads, earthen paths, asphalt and cement sidewalks. We crossed over Roman bridges where knights, kings, queens, emperors and saints traversed before us. We walked on flat terrain, hilly terrain, up mountain sides and down. You name the path, the terrain and the landscape and we walked on it and through it. The same footpaths that millions of pilgrims since the middle ages have traveled before us.

Throughout the day, every couple of hours we’d break for snacks and lunches. Sometimes they were at tiny cafes in a village, a shady spot or a grassy patch or even the dusty path itself. A respite may include other pilgrims, sharing the day’s happenings and destinations, or a quiet rest just the two of us.

With our guide book, plans were made the previous night with expected kilometers to walk, where the cafes were for food and drink and which hostel we’d stay in at our destination. We relied on each other. Emily and I were great companions; keeping pace with each other, both emotionally and physically. Well, maybe once or twice I had to ask Emily to slow the pace a bit; young legs!

Upon arrival and check-in, our pilgrim’s passbook was stamped documenting a day on the pilgrimage. We chose our bunks, usually Emily top and me the bottom. Then we showered, hand washed our clothes, hung them to dry, bought food at a local market to cook for dinner, breakfast and some snacks to carry for the following day. Back to the hostel for siesta. Ah, siesta. We loved siesta and our bodies needed the restorative rest. After dinner, we’d walk around the town or city we were in, relax and chat with the other pilgrims we’d come to know or get to know new pilgrims.

We lived in the present, taking care of our basic needs: food, water, rest, clean clothes, and we walked. Life as a pilgrim was simple. Everyday, about 15 miles per day for 480 miles, Emily and I walked. After 31 days of walking we arrived at Santiago Compostela, at the cathedral of the resting place of the tomb of St James, the apostle. Our pilgrimage complete or has it just begun?

Emily and I dedicated our pilgrimage to the Pygmies of the DR Congo as they seek land where they can continue their indigenous lifestyle. If you would like to learn more about our pilgrimage and read our posts from when we were walking, see our blog. Many thanks to all our friends and the families who supported us along the way.

Donna and Emily at Santiago de Compostela