Monday, March 29, 2010

return

Hello all.
My trip to Guatemala was great.  UNFORTUNATELY, my pictures are not so great.
(borrowing someone else's camera wasn't such a good idea...)
At this particular moment I am swamped with school work, so I'll leave you with just one:
This is the volcano outside the room where I stayed for 4 nights.  It was magical...

Friday, March 19, 2010

follow me

This is a group blog, if you care to follow me and the team on our journies south of the border.  I'm not sure how much internet access we will have and who will be updating the site, but you can get a sense of the ininerary, if nothing else.
Hasta La Vista!!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

let the adventures begin

Because I'm positive that you (my proverbial and perhaps non-existant reader) will miss me during my week in Guatemala, here are a few preparatory head shots...

Yay! I'm in Guatemala.

Ohh... things look different here.

Let me look a little closer at that map.

Uh oh... no comprendo espanol!

THAT's for dinner!?

Adios Guatemala!

Ok... so I know this is the cheesiest blog I've posted yet,
but I had to leave with a bang... even if it is just for a week. 

don't mess

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

whistle

photo courtesy of Erica DuBois

Ever since I was a child, my dad and I were the whistling duo.  My mother and brother did not understand, since their pucker produced only a mere rush of wind and no sound.  It came naturally to us, and we often found ourselves harmonizing with the other one and not even being aware of our noise.  We would be scorned by people in the same vicinity as us as annoying... but we kept on whistling, and still do.

Monday, March 15, 2010

wisdom written to corinth

The Castle at Corinth's Acropolis, Greece
For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom,
and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength.
-1 Corinthians 1:25

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Friday, March 12, 2010

carson's hands

I remember the first time I met my cousin Carson. He had just emerged from the womb five days before, and still had that pinkish colored skin and eyes that didn’t know what to do. He was a squirmy little thing and every expression he made caused “ooh’s’ and “aah’s” from the female onlookers. He was pure and innocent in all of his small ways. What I noticed about Carson, though- more than his soft skin and loud cries- was the size of his baby hands. They were even more perfect than the hands of a porcelain doll, more gentle than a lover’s touch, and as plump as a little stack of sausages. They hung on his belly or at his side, fingers bending and being discovered, curiosity urging them to reach out into the unknown. When his delicate hand was placed in the palm of my own hand, it seemed hard to imagine mine being that size at one point, too. What kind of things will these hands do, I wondered. What kind of a man will grow into these hands? And then I looked at my own hands, 21 years grown. Certainly my hands had done things I never would have imagined even years before- but what were these hands created for? What are these hands meant to do?

Hands tell stories. Each crease is rich with memories- each bump, callous and scar a reminder of the past. Some, like Carson’s, are stories untold. Others’, like mine, are stories that have only just begun.

shadows

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sunday, March 7, 2010

family portrait (take 2)

((zoom in))
i'm not really sure what's happening here-
but this picture made me laugh pretty hard!

Friday, March 5, 2010

fresh produce

this delicious veggie & hummus wrap might just turn me into a vegetarian