On Coexistence and Feeling Pain

A few days ago I woke up to the familiar sound of a dog barking–a low, deep, rapid barking that sounded exactly like my dog Lucky’s bark back home. With my eyes still closed, lying under my mosquito net, I was transported. I heard the sound of my dog’s barks, then felt the soft cotton…

What I missed: Travelling and Mental Illness

I cried all the way down the Grand Canyon. Perhaps you could say I was overwhelmed by natural majesty. But what was probably closer to the truth was this: I had recently quit my job teaching English in Southeast Asia, ended a trans-continental relationship and moved back home, only to realize that everyone I knew had…

Adventures at Home: Trying Out Mountain Biking

 Earlier today I was talking with someone about how I love to write about my experiences but that lately I’ve felt like I haven’t had many exciting experiences to write about. His response: “write about the unexciting ones.”    I attempted mountain biking for the first time without any prior experience. I ended up walking…

Are Christians resigned to wander?

“‘They straightway left their nets and followed Him’ (Mathew 4:20). The Apostles did not grudge leaving their nets for the Lord’s sake, although they were perhaps their only property…we, likewise, for the Lord’s sake, ought to leave everything that hinders our following Him…all the many and various nets in which the enemy entangles us in…

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Challenge

My new adult-like job has kept my thoroughly busy and happily distracted from the pangs of reverse culture shock I find creeping up at night alone or when attempting (and failing miserably) at small talk with strangers. So I haven’t been blogging consistently like I always intend to, and part of that reason is I…

Is Writing Selfish? Or Is It Service?

When trying to live a life of service to God and to others, what room is there for egotism? Where does egotism end and our God-given gifts begin? **************************************************I’ve been state-side for one month now, with little to occupy my time other than my own thoughts and the warm comfort of friends and family. As…

In Northern Mississippi

Playing with poetry, writing from the Delta. In Northern Mississippi,folks smile and wave.They tip their capsand let you go in frontof themin line. In Northern Mississippi,clouds burst forthfrom blue skieslike cotton candyon sticks of sun-rays.And when it rains,it pours,and dust sticksin your teeth. Dogs bark here,and construction mengrownin fast Spanish–I cannot understand–but I smile to…

Living Inside the Outside

What happens when you move into the outside of your comfort zone?? Having passed the six month bench mark of living in Thailand (actually, I’m going on month EIGHT already…amazing..), I recently found myself in a self-prescribed “funk.” After the country-hopping adventures of Christmas break, I was back into teaching, finding myself caught up in…

Backpackers Unite!

Backpackers unite!Crowds of tall, blonde andcurly, strong merry wanderers,balloon pants wave andtattoos adorn. See their beards and long hairblow in the dusy wind,Lit cigarettes fall to the earthbeneath elephant feetand ancient temple sand-stones. “Another beer, please!” They cheers–Proust! Salud! from the balconyas dark skinned locals pourthem shotsand dancethe merengue. ““““““`The List “One, two, trois!”Take a…