- . . . glimpses of our pilgrimage
Category Archives: Travel
piles of notes and napkins. ideas, dreams, hopes tucked safely for future review. written in another land, another reality. the brightness stings from here. here, where He placed me surrounded by soul decay and broken hearts. receipts filled with scribbling … Continue reading
Countdowns can inspire can pressure can bring up the unfinished can burn off the unimportant Countdowns a reality a temptation to disengage from the present a release valve reminding ‘this too, will pass.’ a priority arranger
New neighbors had jolted me back to reality.
I do not own the stairwell. It’s not an expansion of my apartment.
Squatter’s rights don’t apply in this situation even though my plants live there.
My tiny garden is solace in this concrete space were we make my sons’ childhood memories.
It’s reminded me that we share this world.
It’s reminded me this is not our home.
Oft quoted, “how beautiful are the feet… ” has new meaning as I round my (cumulative) fourth year here.
My feet exist in daily dirt. In their surroundings, the dirt seeps in until my skin grows around it.
My feet, my heart, are more worn than I forsaw. Daily cleaning, and a bit of exfoliation help. But, beautiful they are not.
my baby’s fingers are longer. . .stronger.
my toddler’s ideas are clearer.. .louder.
this city has less dirt roads.. .less wooden homes.
this city has less trees. . less dengue fever.
this city has less traditions. . has more freedom.
children and cities develop..this is bittersweet.
The guy in a tan suit with the AK-47 hanging on his shoulder handed me a slip of paper. It said, “POLICE” and had a phone number scribbled on it. Continue reading
While with the Atkinsons, we visited the Book Barn, which is quite more than a barn. Used Books are located in different buildings on the farm-like complex. The prices were incredible, and the selection was…well, breathtaking. With complimentary coffee and … Continue reading
After a few days in the wild =) we headed to Gloucester (glaw-stah) to see some of our supporters at North Shore Bible Church and of course to make them some Cambodian food. We had only been to Gloucester once … Continue reading