“I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of
its own unfolding.” – John O’Donohue
I’m surprised by something every
day I’m here. Usually it has nothing to do with the big events, but is almost
always found in the little things: like listening to the roar of the waves as I
hang my laundry on a clothesline, the smile of a 7-year-old Tongan boy who
bravely stood in front of the class and introduced himself in English for the
first time, sharing fresh orange leaf tea with my host family around a kitchen
table that is older than I am. As I sit here contemplating today, listening to
the rain on the tin roof of this little house, I feel grateful. So unbelievably grateful. I have no idea
how the next 2+ years will unfold and if you ask me tomorrow morning how I’m
doing I may say “I’m a little homesick”, but I love it here. Moment to moment
my thoughts ebb and flow like some great river – unable to make up their mind –
“Can I really do this?”
“I can’t believe I’m here!”
“2 years of everlasting bug
bites? Yuck.”
“I get to drink out of a coconut
every lunch?! Sweet!”
- and I think maybe I’m okay with
this rollercoaster ride - with the unpredictability of it all. I am a giant
ball of excited-scared-overwhelmed-humbled and I wouldn’t have it any other
way.
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