It’s 5 a.m. as I lay wide awake in darkness. There is a permeating sense of loneliness as my daughter is not in bed next to me. Her grandmother offered to care for her so that I could catch up on some much needed rest. This week my therapist has been helping guide me into the subconscious layers of my psyche. It hasn’t been an easy process. We are in the process of digging up…
What do you do when you feel foreign in your own skin? In interacting with other humans? When you know who you want to be, how you want to show up in this world and carry yourself, and how you not only want to be perceived but the qualities you truly want to embody so that all facades are laid bare, yet it’s all you can do to think positive thoughts and control the litany…
I’m convinced that I have an actual physical addiction to chocolate. I was feeling awful for the majority of the afternoon yesterday – lethargic, nauseated, and all around sickly. I found myself incessantly craving chocolate. It was then that I realized I had packed a package of Nature’s Way chocolate chip cookies from home – that’s right, the kind that are soft when you bite into them with extra chocolate chips. I cannot accurately…
The way of Ghanian life is a simple but beautiful one. Clothes are hand washed and hung on a clothesline to dry and cooking is done outside over coals. The power cuts out 4 times a day on average, for anywhere from 5 minutes to 5 hours. I’ve made great use of my head lamp. African people of ALL ages live to dance. They have such exuberant smiles and spirits! One of my room-mates…
It feels like I’ve been sucked into a blackhole where time has entirely come to a halt. It takes 10-15 minutes to load one page and I’m using a fellow volunteer’s computer (she has this awesome internet stick that allows internet access anywhere you are)…. otherwise the closest internet cafe is 45 minutes away. In a nutshell, I arrived in Ghana on Friday at 10:30 p.m., slept for 2 hours at a volunteer house with…