Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I stop and look behind me...
I am here. I miss you guys. If there is a time for everything under the sun, is there a time for nostalgia? If there is, I am taking full advantage of it right now...
I am in Ecuador. I am fairly happy, but I am wondering why
a person should leave a loving family,
where their oldest brother just proposed
to a girl who fits every part of being a sister,
where that person's best friend
just got proposed to as well, and
there is work to be done
that is really the greatest play!
And why should a young woman
so blessed with daily smiles and hugs and prayers,
sunshine, hammocks, and raspberries just starting to ripen,
why should she abandon it for a city
of buses
(without catalytic converters,
so the air is blotchy and black)
of trash
(on every square inch of earth or tree,
accompanied by
a million empty trashcans)
of machismo
that permeates the air with whistles
and suggestive words in broken English
and heavy hoods to walk through crowds.
Or even simpler things
innocent
like the fact I didn't grow up here.
I miss my memories
rose colored or not
of lying in a hammock with a book
and dry white grass clinging to my socks
and long quiet roads before you see a truck
and it's probably someone you know.
I miss the fall, spices and pumpkins and friends and decorations
sofas I can sit on,
dishes that are used every day
and newspapers and glasses on the kitchen table
because we don't have a "dining room".
That music playing in the background
that I never learned the name of
because really it's just Autumn Music.
Like the roads I never bothered to learn
except by heart.
And leaning on the shoulder of my mom
as we finish a movie late
or being silly with my sister
like puppies.
And the Fords just had puppies the day I left
and the kittens were a few weeks old;
I will miss winter too,
the Christmas tree lighting at WU
complete with rainboots for the mud,
a heavy coat and hot chocolate in the hands
of all us girls about to sing a carol.
But it is only August...
and here Benjamin just learned to say my name
the first name he knows, besides Mami and Papi.
And Juaquin was born 12 hours ago
and I gave a hug yesterday
and Paul says that he had learned
this one thing, to reach for what's ahead
and not look behind.
And yes, Life Is Beautiful
wherever God places me...
it is best if I use this
to praise God for all he's blessed me with
and for all he will do here in Quito too.
I am in Ecuador. I am fairly happy, but I am wondering why
a person should leave a loving family,
where their oldest brother just proposed
to a girl who fits every part of being a sister,
where that person's best friend
just got proposed to as well, and
there is work to be done
that is really the greatest play!
And why should a young woman
so blessed with daily smiles and hugs and prayers,
sunshine, hammocks, and raspberries just starting to ripen,
why should she abandon it for a city
of buses
(without catalytic converters,
so the air is blotchy and black)
of trash
(on every square inch of earth or tree,
accompanied by
a million empty trashcans)
of machismo
that permeates the air with whistles
and suggestive words in broken English
and heavy hoods to walk through crowds.
Or even simpler things
innocent
like the fact I didn't grow up here.
I miss my memories
rose colored or not
of lying in a hammock with a book
and dry white grass clinging to my socks
and long quiet roads before you see a truck
and it's probably someone you know.
I miss the fall, spices and pumpkins and friends and decorations
sofas I can sit on,
dishes that are used every day
and newspapers and glasses on the kitchen table
because we don't have a "dining room".
That music playing in the background
that I never learned the name of
because really it's just Autumn Music.
Like the roads I never bothered to learn
except by heart.
And leaning on the shoulder of my mom
as we finish a movie late
or being silly with my sister
like puppies.
And the Fords just had puppies the day I left
and the kittens were a few weeks old;
I will miss winter too,
the Christmas tree lighting at WU
complete with rainboots for the mud,
a heavy coat and hot chocolate in the hands
of all us girls about to sing a carol.
But it is only August...
and here Benjamin just learned to say my name
the first name he knows, besides Mami and Papi.
And Juaquin was born 12 hours ago
and I gave a hug yesterday
and Paul says that he had learned
this one thing, to reach for what's ahead
and not look behind.
And yes, Life Is Beautiful
wherever God places me...
it is best if I use this
to praise God for all he's blessed me with
and for all he will do here in Quito too.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I'm ok with second place
Karine I just wanted to congratulate you on your first post of the year!! I think we should say what our new years' resolutions are...
(you go first)
:)
(you go first)
:)
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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