Missionary Kid

lover of Hemingway's luck in writing, Emily Dickinson's poetry, black coffee, jazz, jeans, wild flowers, pictures, books, a good sonnet, receiving letters, light, film, Latin culture, writing letters and endless dancing-

There   is    a   beauty    in    learning

              the    art    of    simply    being. 

"Like the petals in our pockets
May we remember who we are
Unconditionally cared for
By those who share our broken hearts

The table is set and our glasses are full
Though pieces go missing, may we still feel whole
We’ll build new traditions in place of the old
   ’cause life without revision will silence our souls”

And this is what I shall pray for the months to come.

(Source: Spotify)

I made an apple pie tonight- the first of many pies over the course of who knows how many years. The crisp apples, the sweet cinnamon and sugar. Rolling out the pie crust, placing the pie crust, putting it in the oven. I am learning to find healing in these tasks. 

Birmingham

i have loved living in here
all of these people i met
the places of comfort

the time is coming to leave
and i’m realizing how much i will miss it

Los recuerdos vienen tan rapido.
Recuerdos de El Salvador,
bailando con mis compañeros,
comiendo toda la comida típica,
jugando futbol en el barrio,
hablando en español,
cuetes para el 15,
los colores de Ataco y Apaneca,
el panadero que siempre pasa.,
montañas por todos lados,
las playas llenas de sol,
ir al mercado y que todos te digan “corazon”
los catedrales de cada ciudad,
el teatro nacional,
los parques centrales.

Y hoy les digo,
lo extraño mas que a nada.

(Source: Spotify)

Listen Closely-

I am waiting on a dock to finally set sail. The salty breeze is beckoning. There are still many things I must do before my ship is finally ready, but I can feel the time is coming. Starting in the tips of my fingers and toes, I feel the excitement of a new journey sending sparks into my body. Slowly this electricity is reviving my heavy limbs. Little by little, this current is clearing away the stiff ache from my bones. Then all of sudden, my soul is overwhelmed with this ecstasy. I do not know what it is about this journey that has made me feel so different than any other time in my life, but the sea is calling me. I can finally here it.

"Hope."

Gotta dance to those lonely tunes as well as the jives. Because how can we appreciate the lightness of feet if we haven’t felt the stiffness of dry bones?

(Source: Spotify)

When I visited- my heart was overwhelmed with joy, and my spirit refreshed with His presence.  (at Covenant College)

When I visited- my heart was overwhelmed with joy, and my spirit refreshed with His presence. (at Covenant College)