A spoken word poem We have been given a gift, Not a cheap one from the thrift store, No, this one is worth so much more. You can’t buy it with what’s in your purse cause this gift is called verse. It doesn’t have to be the rhyming kind, In fact, the best…
The hot sun, more focused and potent than ever. “Un sol de lluvia,” he tells me: A rain sun. The suffocating humidity. The slow drip of sweat. A tired hand raised to wipe it away. The smell of fried fish that fills the room and the sound of quiet, satisfied conversation. The incoming, impenetrable darkness of the…
It started as a muffled sound, as if half formed, not yet ready to reveal itself. As I drew closer to the house, however, the sound slowly, tentatively, began to grow bolder. The mid-day sun was at its highest point and life in the village had retreated to the shadows. With every step my feet…
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about contrasts and how much they reveal about ourselves and the societies in which we live. This could be because I just re-read one of my favorite books, Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities, in which contrast is the crux upon which the story is built. The famous opening…
Another taste of life along the Onzole River. Photo cred to Chadd McGlone, of Teachers2Teachers International.
Fear is a strong emotion. It is so strong that it often has the power to overwhelm all other emotion, suppressing it and dominating our minds. It paralyzes us and renders us mere hollow shells of who we are meant to be. And make no mistake, we are meant to be great. We are not all…
Well I’ve done a pretty abysmal job in keeping this blog updated. It seems every new period of re-dedication is all too quickly followed by a dreaded period of forgetfulness, apathy and neglect. An apt description of life I suppose! So here I am, once again, committing to a new period of dedication, one that will…
