My daughter, Lara, and her Peace Corps Journey

panorama de Lomé Licence Catégorie:Photos du Togo

panorama de Lomé Licence Catégorie:Photos du Togo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

indexIt is 2:15 AM and where are my thoughts? In Togo. My daughter, Lara, arrived there safely last Tuesday, June 11, 2013. She spent the first days in Lomé.

Since Sunday, she has settled in with her host family for the next two months, as she learns more about the culture, the language and the customs of the people with whom she has come to share her life. The first days were a bit of adjustment, dealing with a little homesickness–if she hadn’t missed us a bit, I would have been more worried!–but now that she is with the wonderful host family she says she is happy and more at ease.

Eventually, Lara will be teaching English and Gender Equity in a middle school somewhere in Togo. Forty-four  young people, including Lara, are in the present Peace Corps group in Togo. Amazing young people out to share in another culture and widen their understanding and perspective of the world. Forty-four light beings traveling to share their talents and gifts and who will receive so much more than they can ever imagine!

To say I miss her is to put it mildly! My heart is with her on every step of the journey. I woke up at this time and she was the first person my thoughts went to, thinking is she sleeping well, is she eating, what is her day like. By now she is well on her way beginning the day.
I went to the refrigerator to get some cold water…my thoughts immediately went to her, thinking the family does not have a refrigerator. They cannot get cold water whenever they want; she cannot get a drink of cold water when she wants.

Yesterday it was 90 degrees in Wisconsin. I had the air conditioning on. It was 90 degrees in Togo, as I was able to speak to her for ten minutes via Skype and on her cell phone, the use of  which we keep at a minimum. The first two calls were less than a minute. Yesterday was the longest. We are economizing and  I think she feels a bit awkward to have a phone, in the midst of so much poverty.  Returning to the temperature–I thought, “Yes, I can live in coolness; she cannot; the family she is living with cannot. So much we take for granted, when so many in the world live without.  Now my daughter is going to experience an entirely new level of what it means to live with less things, less convenience, less water, less food.  But she will experience the intimacy of people– that is so beautiful! People who live simplicity… 1-581910_10151461320396819_1357631649_n-1 When I taught in Kenya almost 40 years ago, that was the image impressed upon my heart — the simplicity of the people. No facade. No pretense.Yes, I miss her everyday and I think about her so often throughout the day but now I know that she is happy and following her dream and she will be okay.

Ayden and the Fact about AGE

Ayden's 6th birthday

Ayden, my grandson, celebrated his 6th birthday last Thursday.  After he finished the chocolate birthday cake, he came up to me and said rather nonchalantly, “Nanny, I am 6 now but I still feel like I am 5. I don’t feel any different? I still feel like I am 5! Well, I guess I am just me!”

I found it interesting that he reflected upon his age progression in this way…that he thought he would be someone different when he woke up to his birthday…I guess some of us do feel that same way…even on days when it is not our birthday.

In any case, his easy-going response to himself, “Well, I guess I am just me!” is all that he needs to accept and know to be at home with himself during his journey through life!

Ayden reminds me of Ayden on his 6th Birthday with his sister, Nadia, 4... 2013Le Petit Prince. He has curly blonde hair and a sweet smile and disposition. He has a sensitive heart. On his birthday, as they were gathering their belongings to leave, and Ayden his presents, he said to Nadia, “When we get home, Nadia, you can play with my new toys…you can have some of them and we will play together.”

What a darling!

Thalassemia: Shadow of Death

Karzan writes this authentic story…a story of a family he knew and loved…he writes with beautiful sensitivity…he writes with his heart!

Review – Kofi Akpabli’s TICKLING THE GHANAIAN – Encounters with Contemporary Culture

Celestine, I am re-blogging your review on my WordPress site. You are so interesting to read!

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I just love this book.  Kofi Akpabli’s Tickling the Ghanaian, Encounters with Contemporary Culture is a collection of well researched, realistic everyday  situations of the Ghanaian experience.  The book has crystallised my desperate attempt to remain Ghanaian, at all costs. The book also gives a deep insight into what makes us stand out as a nation among nations, that unique cultural label that tags the Ghanaian wherever he goes.

In How Cloth Tickles the Ghanaian, the importance of the  cloth for the Ghanaian has been elaborated in a way that anyone can identify with.  In his narrative, Kofi Akpabli tells the reader of much historical facts associated with the Ghanaian cloth. He also outlines  what the cloth means to various ethnic groups in Ghana. I never knew, until reading this book, the importance of the cloth for the Ewe male and the romantic attachment to the cloth perceived by…

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Mothers of Fukushima Trailer (ATOMS FOR PEACE KILL JUST LIKE ATOMS FOR WAR ALWAYS DID ALWAYS WILL!)

My God….we are killing each other…we are killing humanity…this mother’s tears are my tears…and they should be the tears of all of us…

Giving Thanks

this is a beautiful post of a mother to her son…so beautiful…many will be blessed with these words…

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It is Father’s Day once again, and in homage to my own father whom I had the good fortune to recently visit with my 21-year-old son in tow, I want to take this time to write something about this ‘holiday’ which may in fact be more Hallmark than anything.  Nevertheless, it is a  recognized holiday and one that is difficult for many children who do not have a father to honor.  I wrote something last year, and my heart is again being called to honor my son who does not have a father.

Son, you are so brave and strong and I admire you for those qualities.  While you can be tough on those around you, you are always seeking balance and easily see the middle way.  Your ability to apologize for your missteps is beyond a gift and my hope is that you recognize how truly exceptional you are…

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my apology to you, Darling

Rose

Rose (Photo credit: LeahLikesLemon)

One rose whispered to the other in the night,

“What you said, was so not right!

How could you doubt her love for you

She has stayed with you, tossing seaweed, the ocean blue!

Listening to your sad laments, your tale of woes!

Making you laugh, encouraging you to wiggle your toes!

And you, what did you do?

What did you do?

Felt so sorry for yourself and hid in your brain…

Not willing to let go and live again!

You would not budge…

You sat in your grief like the lake bottom sludge!

She offered her lightness to you this day

Encouraging you to sing and be gay!

But no…you held on so tight

Not letting love in your sight.

Admit you were wrong…

let joy be your song!

Insult her not for she is gentle as a dove

Insult her not, she gave you all from her love

She loved you asking nothing in return

All you did was allow your anger to churn.

Say you are sorry, you stubborn fool!”

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“Alright, I am sorry for insulting you!

I am crying through the night

Recognizing my awful plight

You came to me and offered your best

Please, give my anguish soul a rest.

Accept my apology to you

For you only wanted me to see the good in me too.”

wounded heart…for dear Sweetheart…you know who you are

Voobie - Moon n Venus played hide-and-seek (by-sa)

Voobie – Moon n Venus played hide-and-seek (by-sa) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There is a life-force within your soul,
seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body
Seek that mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of that
Don’t look outside …
Look inside yourself and seek that.   -RUMI
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the evening star ponders deeply the day

as the silhouette of the trees’ arms reaches into the night

for somewhere…deep inside…you are still searching for your sight

for it is love that you long as you walk away

why is that path so elusive

why is there such unrest in your soul

why do you find yourself in a sinkhole

are you waiting for a secret missive?

many have come before you

to show you the way

you fight the truth everyday

there is no need to be blue

when will you allow the life force to win

be open –give up the negativity

be compassionate, sweetheart–seek relativity

accept the good of who you are–let the love star spin

evening star  venus  one star s starlight star star   morning star evening star