Oh wow, has it really been that long since I was here?
So much has happened and so much has changed. It came to me last night, the thought to write my final post on this blog... just because that part of my life has run its course. I have left Fleming Road and the characters that lived there... the dogs, the husband, the home, everything. I was forced to move on, and quickly realized that it was the best outcome. I still work in the DRC but no longer in Kisangani with its 44 degree Celsius weather. I recently redeployed to Bukavu where it is quite chilly, being on the eastern front. I look forward to creating a safe space for myself there since it shall be my home for the next year or so. Meanwhile I do keep in touch with friends in GA and ponder where next I shall live... hopefully on a street with a nice ring to it, to name my next blog. God, in His infinite wisdom, already knows.
I am currently on vacation and have finally made time for reflecction... it is a tough thing to do, to process one's life. Sigh. Necessary but not easy. I daresay that I will be better for it. Smile. So this is the end of the line but I am in a good place right now. The other day I told my sister that I had found my yin yang, i.e. have found my balance. Tomorrow is Good Friday and the thought to pen a farewell piece is apropos. Today I bury my life on Fleming Road, and await Eastertime to celebrate the resurrection of Christ and the beginning of the rest of my life. In Eat Pray Love, Julia chose Attraversiamo (let's cross over). Yes. Have a great Easter everybody and may the good lord bless you all!
A Voice on Fleming Road
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Monday, August 30, 2010
MY LAST RUN
He broke my spirit
He snuffed something out of me
I might never get it back
and I shall never love him the same
Embers of love smoldering
A love I had welcomed and nurtured
I watched it dying
Feeling nothing now
The pain had long given way to numbness
Then dizziness, both, had ceased
I was running again, this time
I was running my last
He snuffed something out of me
I might never get it back
and I shall never love him the same
Embers of love smoldering
A love I had welcomed and nurtured
I watched it dying
Feeling nothing now
The pain had long given way to numbness
Then dizziness, both, had ceased
I was running again, this time
I was running my last
Love Had Not Been Enough
She finally accepted that she did not love him. She cared for him very much and he was kind to her. Undoubtedly, she had married a good man. He loved her. Her life was good. Sitting back in the seat, she stared at her friend.
Ella felt her stare and sighed. She, on the other hand, had loved her husband from the first. For two years she had chosen to see the good in him. He treated her badly and she was forced to admit that he might be wrong for her. She deserved better. He didn’t deserve her, and he had said so himself many times. Sadly, it was true. She lifted her gaze and met Janice’s stare; her eyes filling with tears, she choked out the words: I love him but I have decided to leave him.
Janice reached across the small table, covered in a faded pink plastic sheet, and took both of Ella’s hands in hers. Slowly she whispered, I don’t love him, but I have decided to stay.
By this time, both women were crying. They sat together, still, for a long time; oblivious to the goings-on around them. At some point a waiter intruded upon their peace, demanding if they required anything further. Unable to speak, the friends shook their heads and he left the bill on the table. Some time later, the two friends stood, linked arms and walked out of the quaint busy diner in the heart of a city they had grown fond of. At the corner, they embraced for what might be the last time.
Ella would be moving back up north to start a new life on her own. She cried easily but had such a deep strength inside. With a supportive family & good friends the world over, she would be alright. All arrangements had already been made, and this weekend she would break the news to AJ. Ella loved a man unable to show her true love.
Janice turned and walked away. She would stay and make the most of her life with Charles. She was loved… in spite of being unfulfilled. In the end, love had not been enough.
Ella felt her stare and sighed. She, on the other hand, had loved her husband from the first. For two years she had chosen to see the good in him. He treated her badly and she was forced to admit that he might be wrong for her. She deserved better. He didn’t deserve her, and he had said so himself many times. Sadly, it was true. She lifted her gaze and met Janice’s stare; her eyes filling with tears, she choked out the words: I love him but I have decided to leave him.
Janice reached across the small table, covered in a faded pink plastic sheet, and took both of Ella’s hands in hers. Slowly she whispered, I don’t love him, but I have decided to stay.
By this time, both women were crying. They sat together, still, for a long time; oblivious to the goings-on around them. At some point a waiter intruded upon their peace, demanding if they required anything further. Unable to speak, the friends shook their heads and he left the bill on the table. Some time later, the two friends stood, linked arms and walked out of the quaint busy diner in the heart of a city they had grown fond of. At the corner, they embraced for what might be the last time.
Ella would be moving back up north to start a new life on her own. She cried easily but had such a deep strength inside. With a supportive family & good friends the world over, she would be alright. All arrangements had already been made, and this weekend she would break the news to AJ. Ella loved a man unable to show her true love.
Janice turned and walked away. She would stay and make the most of her life with Charles. She was loved… in spite of being unfulfilled. In the end, love had not been enough.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
The Earth
This marks the Equator line that divides the earth into north & south, Democratic Republic of Congo 2010.
In 2004, I was in Ghana at the Meridian line which divides the earth into eastern & western hemispheres. Next, I guess I shall plan to visit the Tropics of Cancer & Capricorn - smile. Here are other photos taken on the same trip. . .
A Poem
For some reason, yet unknown, a title for this piece has failed to surface. These words came to me sometime in Dec 2009 and I still haven't fully determined the poem's meaning to me. I hope you enjoy it and discover your own interpretation.
Heartbeat
HoofbeatPulse of the earth
Planet
RhythmDance of the world
The core
The soulLanguage of life
Threads
VeinsBodies in motion
Explosion
VibrationsForces in nature
Drums
WindpipesSpirit of creation
Swinging
SwayingCycle of man
Awakened
EvolvedMeeting the maker
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