It is time I write
“The sun shows up every morning, no matter how bad you’ve been the night before. It shines without judgment. It never withholds. It warms the sinners, the saints, the druggies, the cheerleaders—the saved and the heathens alike. You can hide from the sun, but it won’t take you personally. It’ll never, ever punish you for hiding. You can stay in the dark for years or decades, and when you finally step outside, it’ll be there.” ~Glennon Doyle
Lately I have been digging into older journals, newsletters, and letters written from my days spent in Myanmar as a Peace Corps Volunteer. The moments caught on the pages bring me back to how it felt to stand on the dirt roads under the harsh sun or the warmth of strangers hands on my arms.Continue reading “Snapshot from Myanmar: The little old lady and her bananas”
“We were busting down the highway, 27 people were crammed into the back of the truck. The sides of these trucks are lined with benches and stools fill the middle. It smelled like a hard day of work stench, a general wetness, and like 27 people butt to butt. Four men were on top ofContinue reading “Snapshot: A Moment in Myanmar”
Nothing I did today was all that remarkable, but I will remark on it nonetheless.
I don’t know if my life is supposed to lead anywhere or I just keep going around the same damn circle, relearning the same damn lessons. It doesn’t really matter. Just figured it might be interesting to write about it along the way.
And maybe hiking is the carving out of a mentality; that sometimes the adventure is is in the misadventure, the growth is in going the wrong way.
I think a hell of a lot, in circles, about seemingly nonsense. I get totally stuck in my neuro-pathways to nowhere. I feel like I can take on the world one minute and suffocated by it the next.
I feel like a contradiction. They skies are blue and I feel grey inside. The sun shines and I wish it would rain.
Immediately, we heard the bubbling and gurgling of the water and intercepted groups of other hikers. Careful to find our footing down to the edge of the water, we all took our moments to breath deeply and appreciate where we found ourselves. At the top of a waterfall.
Her eyes do not shy away from herself. She has nothing to hide or cover up. She has no shame. She doesn’t scowl with disdain and disappointment because another day has passed and everything has changed.
I am not just sipping on my summer drink; I am sipping on a mentality.
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