Sound and Movement
Today’s the day to pack away my clothes, my notebooks, my camera, and everything that I have acquired while living in Indonesia. Right now a storm is rolling over the tops of houses… Continue reading
Today’s the day to pack away my clothes, my notebooks, my camera, and everything that I have acquired while living in Indonesia. Right now a storm is rolling over the tops of houses… Continue reading
At first, I had two places to serve in: Mexico and Indonesia. Mexico would have been a good fit with my talents, interests, and knowledge of Spanish. Indonesia required good communication skills, teaching,… Continue reading
Everyday I think about why I’m such an anomaly in the countries I have travelled to. Back home I’m not typically thoroughly stared at, I can go about my tasks without being badgered… Continue reading
Put to rest, O Sad Monster. Put to rest, O Depressing Talons. Retreat from this sacred earth, Where no tears are welcome, Where no screaming will heed. Put to rest, O Weary Feet.… Continue reading
Being away from family is rather arduous, demanding at times, especially when things occur at home that you cannot be there for. Thinking about whom you are going to see when you go… Continue reading
Living these past few months in Indonesia has granted me copious time to think. Not in terms of language, which I have to think about every time I speak, but about culture, ethnicity,… Continue reading
Babies, such strange creatures. At first scream, they are very alien-like, all blue and raising hell with their cries. Then they grow a little, barely resembling the majority of human anatomy. Babies, almost… Continue reading
Early this morning I was woken up by the mosque next door, blaring the salaam (or peace) of God, in Arabic. After the man finished his prayer, I attempted, more like struggled, to… Continue reading