Threads to and from Togo
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I've been on fast-forward....for a bit too long now. Was Bound to crash a bit with things unprocessed. And so I did.
Therapeutic methinks......long venting ramblings in my bookjournal...stolen me-time on the couch with pillows and coffee and thoughts. Frustrations, confusions and fears excorcised through tears...and then quiet. Blessed quiet. The view of trees through the window. The hum of the fridge. The longing to stay in that space...to swim in the well..
I asked for more guidance, a wittle bit of godhug for baby.Guiltily because I feel I've been spoiled with lots of glimpses and blessings, and yet still I constantly lose my bearings.
Nevertheless, like a charm, THIS treat was waiting in the mailbox:

A letter from one of the peace corps volunteers in Togo for a project I had supported a while back with my paycheck and art sales 10% donations.Already feeling a smile spread inside my chest, I walked back to the house holding it against me.
A handPAINTED card. signed in pen. Handwritten letter.

And a photo that I gaze and gaze and gaze at...of the villagers in front of their library.

*sigh*
Gentle reminders...a glimpse of a some larger picture that I so want to reach across and hold and be. A reminder that these small hopeful gestures translate into something real. The faces in that photograph, real people, real eyes, real smiles, alive now....on earth...and a little transparent thread going out across the ocean...from me to them...?
(sigh):)!
Maybe I can't explain it, but I live for it. It's a feeling...beyond words.
Therapeutic methinks......long venting ramblings in my bookjournal...stolen me-time on the couch with pillows and coffee and thoughts. Frustrations, confusions and fears excorcised through tears...and then quiet. Blessed quiet. The view of trees through the window. The hum of the fridge. The longing to stay in that space...to swim in the well..
I asked for more guidance, a wittle bit of godhug for baby.Guiltily because I feel I've been spoiled with lots of glimpses and blessings, and yet still I constantly lose my bearings.
Nevertheless, like a charm, THIS treat was waiting in the mailbox:

A letter from one of the peace corps volunteers in Togo for a project I had supported a while back with my paycheck and art sales 10% donations.Already feeling a smile spread inside my chest, I walked back to the house holding it against me.
A handPAINTED card. signed in pen. Handwritten letter.

And a photo that I gaze and gaze and gaze at...of the villagers in front of their library.

*sigh*
Gentle reminders...a glimpse of a some larger picture that I so want to reach across and hold and be. A reminder that these small hopeful gestures translate into something real. The faces in that photograph, real people, real eyes, real smiles, alive now....on earth...and a little transparent thread going out across the ocean...from me to them...?
(sigh):)!
Maybe I can't explain it, but I live for it. It's a feeling...beyond words.
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