Brrr…

Cold arrived this week in America… Well, at least in the parts of America that I frequent.  It is more of a shock to my system than I anticipated.  After all, I haven’t lived in cold weather since probably March of 2007 – well more than a year and a half ago now.  That, in and of itself is pretty strange, since I grew up in the bitter cold north.  Now, I better understand the shock that people who have lived in warm climates their entire lives feel when they first experience fall and winter. 

On the flip side of this freezingness is the wonderous, glorious color that I am now really loving!  I missed fall- and the other non-summer seasons – when I was living in South Asia’s tropical climate.  For a while, I wanted the weather to get cold, so I could bundle up in my bed at night or light a spice-scented candle while I listened to Christmas music, which I always start doing in October.  (Yes, I’m one of those people.)  In fact, the weather did get chilly by January, and I did have to bundle up in bed at night.  But, it just didn’t feel the same.  There were no brilliant colors of autumn.  There were no trick-or-treaters.  So, I’m glad to experience the fun little aspects of fall again.  

It is strange how seasons can be so ingrained in you.  Living without the typical four seasons that I had experienced for more than twenty years threw me for a loop.  To me, May and July felt about the same.  They were both hot – just in varying degrees.  There was no snow in my recent memory to remind me that May was near spring and – so, at last, the weather was finally warm! – for example.  The weather was warm the last half of February and all of March, too, so what was the difference between March and May and July?The real difference was how much rain we would get or just HOW hot the temperature was.  Anyway, by the time I returned to America in August, I was a bit off in my orientation of which month I was living in.  I wonder if this is a common reaction of culture shock.  It has been for me, anyway.  

But, alas, winter is coming.  The winter, which I found myself missing (at times) in all its Christmasy, snowy, pumpkin pie-eating, and spice candle-burning glory.  So, bring it on!  but, please crank up the furnace and pass me some mittens, while you’re at it!

actors and musicians raise awareness

The film’s director is Justin Dillon.   I have never heard of him before.  However, several musicians apparently perform in this film, which is a new spin to the social justice / anti-human trafficking film designed to increase awareness and motivate people to become involved.  So, I figure this film is worth checking out.  If you do see it, let me know what you think.  I’ll do the same.

Releasing Nationally:

  • OCT 10: SAN FRANCISCO, PORTLAND, SEATTLE, REDWOOD CITY, LOS ANGELES, ORANGE COUNTY, SAN JOSE, AUSTIN, DENVER, ATLANTA, NASHVILLE, BOSTON, WASHINGTON DC,
  • OCT 17: SAN DIEGO, DALLAS, MINNEAPOLIS, CHICAGO

For more information and tickets, visit: WWW.CALLANDRESPONSE.COM

Here I am…

Hello everyone.  Yes, I am back.  I have been exhaling… processing… listening to Sara Groves… trying to figure out my next steps.

A few weeks after we got back to America, I took account and realized that  we had been in a different city every week for eight weeks straight! – including four countries!  So, needless to say, we did not sit still even once we returned to America.  However, it was good to see lots of friends and family after being away for so long.  

Now, we have been here for about a month, so normalcy is starting to set in – which is good, by the way.  I am meeting new people and forming friendships that are a real blessing to where I am right now.  I am  also finally starting to catch up with some old friends in the area.  (If you have not heard from me yet, email me so we can get together!)  Church has been great, for which I am grateful.  My new housemates have been great.  They made me cookies the other day just to say they loved me!

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On a different note, look for some pro-justice posts coming soon.  I want to continue using this blog to encourage people to promote justice around the world and in their neighborhoods, generally, and to fight human trafficking, specifically. 

 

      “Learn to do good;

      Seek justice,

      Rebuke the oppressor;

      Defend the fatherless,

      Plead for the widow.”

      ~ Isaiah 1:17 (NKJV)

We’re back…

Bill and I made it back on Sunday night.  We’re fighting colds and jet lag, but it is great to be in our homeland once again.

Tomorrow, we head over to the midwest to see family and friends.  Yay!  I am excited… and SO tired.

good night…

In London now…

Hello friends of cyber space and three-dimensions,

Bill and I left South Asia about twelve hours ago.  We planned to sleep “through the night” on the first flight, even though it was about 8 in the morning local time when we left, since we wanted to get onto EST right away.  However, sleeping is hard on planes.  So, we slept some.

We are now in London on our way home to DC.

See you soon…

Nepal!!!

We are in Pokhara, Nepal!!!  I was here five years ago, and I did not expect to ever return.  Who knew I would be around all these beautiful, grande mountains again!  I am so excited to be here.

What a wonderful, sweet finishing touch to ten months in South Asia…

monsoon and voices in my head

It has been raining a lot here.  Some of my coworkers had to wade through knee-deep water to get to work yesterday.  Fortunately, I found a rickshaw driver who took me right to the door step of my office.  Bless his heart!  I felt a little bad for making him walk through it, but if I didn’t hire him, I knew he’d just be waiting for someone else to hire him.  So, I might as well help him make a living while catching a dry(er) ride, right?  Once I got to the office door, the rickshaw driver stopped close enough for me to step onto a metal bench-type grate that we use to get into the office b/c the water actually comes into the building when it floods.  Then, I walked along the metal grate over the water in the entry way and onto the steps.  Ahh… safety…

Last time it flooded like that, I had to walk through the water from the taxi to the office door, which wasn’t so bad – until my foot collided with a clingy, unknown object.  Ok, it turned out to be a plastic bag, but still.  It freaked me out at first.  Actually, the water does not look that gross at the beginning of the day – aside from the occasional floating object or mushy, slippery, mysterious surface under foot (eww!).  

But, regardless of my efforts to convince myself that the water doesn’t look so turbid and harmful, the voice of my college biology professor, Dr. Goff, seems to be permanently implanted in my brain, reminding me that microscopic parasites are often quickly transmitted via water.  So, as a result of Dr. Goff’s health-conscious tutelage and my great desire to avoid elephantiasis, I have made it a policy to avoid sticking my vulnerable, sandal-clad feet in any water that is likely mixed up with various other water “sources” – if you know what I mean.  

But, alas, monsoon really is not so bad.  The flood waters subsided in time for us at the office to escape our confines for a late-ish lunch.  Now, the waters did rise quickly again last night, once the rain resumed, but it’s actually kind of fun.  Just another adventure before returning to the homeland.