everywhere we go, we seen evidence of the past. it’s as if we cannot escape these signs of war which point towards the pain still lingering in this place. i wonder if they serve as healthy reminder of what was or if they hinder the future of what could be. as the green branches over take the rusted steel, i believe hope is on the way.
i wish i could see life through his eyes. i would give anything right now to enter his world to understand him more. no matter how hard i try, i will always be an outsider. kawaja, they call me… white person is my label. again and again, all day long, i am known by my skin, as one who does not belong. how i long to see through his eyes…instead, i can only see myself in them.
i am flying over the sudan and i cannot even begin to describe this moment. below me lies a network of huts, a collection of villages, a living organism of tribes, a ethos of culture. it has existed long before my time and will continue long after my visit. even from above, i can see the way they are connected, the way they are intricately woven together. …………………. i recently spent a month in africa and am catching up my blog with stories from my journey. to hear more about our projects and why i was there, see HERE to see my photos from this...
Read Moreit’s been five years since i was in europe last. five years? really? how could it have taken me so long to indulge in this beautiful european way of life? i can hardly believe my first time here was my first time outside my american boundaries. how much i have seen and explored since then. how much more of the world has been opened and since altered my perspective. ah. it’s good to go back to where it all started. …………………. i recently spent a month in africa and am catching up my blog with stories from my journey. to hear more about...
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