Between Worlds: A Guest Post by Heidi Nevin

(As part of the series: A Monday Morning Guest Post in Multicultural Mothering)

First, thank you, beautiful Natasha, for creating this forum and inviting us to share our perspectives.

I was born in Crete, Greece and raised in Maryland, USA, on a beautiful, 86-acre, off-the-grid homestead. My parents, products of the hippie era, were inspired by the simple, self-sufficient lives of the Cretan villagers, and we had no electricity or indoor plumbing in the hand-hewn house where I grew up. Instead of a TV, we had a trapeze in the living room. It was a paradise for kids, and I grew up with an innate love of nature and a keen sense of responsibility for the health of our Mother Earth. My parents strove to awaken in us an awareness of the effects of our actions and to provide us with an alternative to the modern lifestyle of rampant consumptive greed. They supplemented our public school education with frequent journeys overseas, and by the time I was 18, our family of four had toured nearly 25 countries, mostly on tandem bicycle.

As an adult, I continued to travel widely and for longer periods, eventually spending nearly 7 years in India and Nepal studying the Tibetan language and practicing Buddhism. Before long, as hormones would have it, I fell in love and married into another culture, another race, another language, another dimension. Tsultrim and I come from wildly different worlds — he a monk from a tiny village in Tibet, I the product of an American subculture of left-winged eco-hippies. We were married in 2003, first on the black market in Nepal and later in our flower garden in Maryland. During 8 tumultuous years of marriage, we have made nearly that many moves across the planet, from my country to his and back again, one of us always suffering from culture shock and social isolation. The learning curve has been, and continues to be, incredibly steep. Yet for some reason — no doubt our stubborn Taurean personalities and a fat load of karma — we’re still together, still laughing.

Along the way, we have been blessed with two gorgeous kids — our daughter Clara, aged 4 ½, and our son Tashi, aged 17 months. Admittedly, part of the reason I wanted to have a second child was to give our first-born a companion, someone who would truly appreciate the complexity of her multi-racial, multi-cultural, multi-lingual situation. I worried that she would be friendless and alone in her ever-shifting world, with no one to share the long airplane rides, discuss her weird parents, or understand who she really was.

We traveled in Asia during both of my pregnancies, but I drew the line when it came to their births — those were occasions when I truly needed my own family, culture, and language, everything that I equate with the safety and comfort of home. Both our children were born in my parents’ new home in Oregon, USA, gently lifted onto my chest by the loving hands of home-birth midwives. I love to think that Tsultrim’s graceful presence at the births of his children purified generations of Tibetan tradition, in which men have avoided (and been excluded from) the ‘filthy’ scene of childbirth.

Shortly after both births, we returned to Tibet bearing the new baby, washing our cloth diapers in the freezing winter water and soaking up the salt-of-the-earth goodness of Tsultrim’s beautiful family. These journeys were terrifying and traumatic for me, the fretting new mother of an infant, and with each passing year I have yearned more and more intensely for a stable home, for roots in nurturing soil, for a solid community of like-minded mothers and the support of my family. The carefree wanderlust of my youth has long since faded away, leaving in its place an anxious, fearful woman rapidly approaching her 40th birthday, still without a place to call home and no prospects for one on the horizon. The Buddha’s teachings on non-attachment and impermanence do little to ease the ache in my heart, the pull to plunge my fingers into warm brown earth. We are settled in the Chengdu mega-metropolis for the (un)foreseeable future, not living the lavish life of the typical expat but camped out in my brother-in-law’s apartment, while Tsultrim tries his luck at selling construction supplies in the booming Chinese economy. We all sleep in a row on the floor of our single bedroom, our clothes and medicines and children’s books stuffed into a few small shelves. Clouds of fog and smog hang heavy in the Chengdu sky, and miles of constipated highway snake around us in every direction.

Even as I celebrate our children’s immersion into diverse cultures and languages and watch them grow and thrive in each, I wonder how I will share with them the lessons of my childhood, the deep reverence for the natural world that comes with being of and near the earth, season after season, year after year, in a place called home. Can a family of nomads engender a sense of place and belonging in its children? More importantly, will there ever be a place where we all feel at home, such that we can live a gentle, carbon-neutral existence on this fragile planet?

4 thoughts on “Between Worlds: A Guest Post by Heidi Nevin

  1. Dear Heidi,

    It has been many years. This is your cousin Ken Judson. Do you remember when I stayed at the farm so many years ago with Scott and Sally? That was about 26 years ago. I hope that you are well. I am living in Pittsburgh and have a wife and two step kids. I hope that you remember me.



  2. Hi Heidi. Your old teacher Mr. Berg . How I found your family story is strange but it is good to know you are alive and still living according to your beliefs. I knew you had moved several times and your parents are now in Oregon but had no knowledge of your adventures.
    Your desire for a permanent home is natural and I hope you find the satisfaction of finding one soon. Your two children have the advantage of having a mother who is aware of the pluses and minuses of two cultures and serves as a role model for those who have the courage to navigate as a world citizens . ( MY E-MAIL IS
    I am still living in Delta PA with my wife Connie. A year and a half ago I( and Mrs. Huller) retired from fulltime teaching though Istill coach womens soccer at Noirth Harford and work with kids on home teaching. Write back if you have the time .
    Best wishes, Tom Berg


  3. Heidi,
    I agree with Desi. Beautiful Post,and beautifully written. Thanks for sharing this piece of you with all of us.
    I think the only place WE will be able to call home will be our family unit. I grew up playing in the dirt with the worms, climbing trees, eating organic by default. Healthy. When I see what L and R are living here with the outrageous pollution, sick for months on end, my heart aches. I complain about it. You express it with artistry. Thanks again.


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