I’m back in maple syrup country. And yet my tongue (still) craves Kenyan delights. It has not sunk in yet that I am seeing ‘white’ as opposed to ‘black’, especially having eaten at an Italian restaurant last night.
Even with that said, I am glad to be home. My family’s warmth is a welcome gift coming back, knowing it’s been a wonderful and surreal season for me.
I will not just remember my wonderful months in Kenya. I will always have a family there. In fact, I have been christened a name, from the Kikuyu tribe. This seals me in their hearts and minds. (I even speak English with a Kikuyu accent.) I simply liked being one of them, if only for a little while. Their genuine embrace seals them in my heart and mind.
My heart longs to see Africa again. I pray my new journey brings me back there. For now, “my heart is (so) jetlagged.”
I’m off to travel again. And this time, Africa. I land in Kenya with no expectations, admiring what I know and read about it as well. God alone knows what will transpire there. The only consolation I have is that God, who is Love brought me where I am, and will bring me to where I need to be.
These three months, I am meant to bloom in another continent, soaking in everything; the artist and maker of this universe has a brand new canvass to work with. I am wonderfully and fearfully made…and so goes my life.
p.s. Will attempt to post as many photos here as I can. Or else it would be on Instagram. My username is claygirlcan. Follow my adventures there.
I am organizing my thoughts in pictures. Mostly, I will attempt to speak, without using a lot of words. I pray the photographer in me gets a second chance.
Instead of creating a new blog to post my Kenya mission trip, I will post here (through ‘sticky’ notes, or a separate page). Still figuring it out. Oy vey!
I will be in hiatus from social networking, specifically Facebook. I post there because I love words. And since I really do love words, it would suit me best to actually compose my thoughts my own way, in my own time. ‘Connecting’ with random profiles on a page has become the unwelcome burden, an added pressure, unnecessary for my soul’s needs. Plus, I can’t lose sleep over first world problems.
Topic-wise, it would probably be my mission in Africa. The anticipation is palpable. The (good) tension is increasing; I’m counting the days. The words may be plenty. How does one describe change or culture shock? Or the ordinary? (Let’s see if my bad habit of not uploading memorable photos comes to a halt. *cross fingers*) At the end of the day, it’s the silent moments that would require more pen time.
Wish me well. In so many words or less…
I am back from my pilgrimage to the Holy Land, and I am still afloat. (Or those Dead Sea crystals must have soaked in way deeper than I thought.)
I am now on a new journey; slightly detoured but still on a flight path to heaven. This is what my mind, heart, and spirit believes. And so, my will follows, my steps directed only by faith and grace.