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The Power of Story. Yours. Mine.
Posted in discoveries, finding your voice, letting go, Uncategorized, writing, you can't make this stuff up on November 8, 2012 |
Honduras/A Little Face
Posted in Uncategorized on July 24, 2012 |
We visit a village to distribute clothing. On our way, the bus makes a strange sound and we trail black smoke, but we’re soon put right again and continue on.
My assignment is Girl’s Tops, and I sort and arrange my table, becoming familiar with what I have so I can quickly make suggestions as to what might fit.
I don’t have a back room I can run to or an online catalog to order from if the preferred size or color isn’t here.
You have to work with what you have.
Eyes light up and you know when you’ve made a match. I always look to the mama to make sure she agrees.
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I communicate well enough and here, too, eyes light up. Theirs. Mine. Connection.
You work with what you have, not waiting to be perfect.
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A young girl on the other side of the barbed wire fence stands and studies me and another team member, an hour at least.
Seersucker Days
Posted in @ play, Uncategorized on June 14, 2012 |
A WEEK in the world of seersucker and pastels
and I have no idea what time it is.
Kale came in the box of local produce and I work with it for the first time in my life while nap is in session one day.
I get close up to life, close enough to, steady-handed, capture remnants of rain from the previous night when we sat out on the screenporch, watching a light show in the sky.
I get to do my daily bucket of weeds, watched over by bee balm standing tall. Something in the garden smells good, but it’s 4 days and I still haven’t figured out what. One of life’s mysteries I may need to accept and find out the answer on the other side. Add it to the list.
I have a Fried Oyster BLT Salad and piece of lime pie at girl’s night out.
I am asked to make a book on construction paper, using crayons, and must scramble to figure out what in the world a knight looks like.
Someone is fetching me homegrown rhubarb to take back to Ohio.
I have not forgotten the story I am to tell and will. And Honduras is on the horizon but there’s time to prepare for that.
The neighborhood mowers have begun again. What time is it? What day? Will a first tooth break through today or tomorrow?
Writing from a place where a first tooth is headline news.
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