Seasons of change: independence and culture

Since I last wrote, so much has changed, and least of all the seasons here. Living abroad, I continue to be surprised by how many things I have taken for granted over the years. For starters electricity, regular schedules, my health, and even centralized air top this list most recently.  

Moving back here is the first time I’ve lived in the same place again, other than returning home after college; so, it seems I should have known a little more, right? Though I did know a great deal about living in this amazing MEGA-city, just like the many winding streets and new neighborhoods that pop up, there’s more to learn. So, when culture shock came over me like a crazy huge wave in new ways I hadn’t seen before, I was almost knocked flat in the recovery.  

In these days where a global pandemic raging and has instituted new words to our urban dictionaries as well had made new fashion of the facial masks. Over these days, friends from the US have at times asked how things were here in this time of COVID and have often been surprised by our easiness to follow along with the new regulations each time they are rolled out. Many might have seen these as the WORST THINGS EVER, but I’m here to tell you that losing my independence was worse.  

How often did you travel before COVID hit? 

What was your favorite mode of transportation? 

The last time I was on a plane was October 2020, and that is a LONG time for me. Never in my life have I backed down from navigating the planning of travel, but with the ever-changing COVID requirements per country have tipped off a level anxiety within me I never knew was there.  

Living in a mega-city, the public transportation system is great. One of my favorite modes of transportation here is by ferry. It’s a relaxing mode for crossing from one continent to the other, but I haven’t done it in some time due to an ankle break last month. I never would have dreamed just a small break, could not only bring on my first cast, but also my independence to be relinquished for a season.  

It didn’t even seem that big of a deal. I was standing close to a local bus stop, doing my part at social distancing, and trying to take shade in the local bakery’s overhang, and the bus that I needed to get on to be on time for my newest language class was speeding by and I was afraid I wasn’t going to make it. As I took off, waving my hands, I stepped wrong and turned my ankle and instantly felt a snap. I made such a spectacle that the bus did in fact stop, and I was able to get on, but had to stand for a bit longer. Though I had some pain, it began to subside as the day went along, but when it was time to head to the hospital for my second vaccine my ankle had swollen, and the pain has returned a bit. Yes, there was a crack there, and I would soon learn the impact of that to my next month. Though public transportation is great, it didn’t solve my unsteadiness and bad navigation of stairs with a cast and now a boot.  

Even in this season of rest and at home time, I’ve learned a bit more about culture in the process. As the world heated up in the Northern Hemisphere, the month of August here is the warmest and often brings an exodus from the city to the family homes. In our apartment complex those who have stayed, their children can be heard playing in the pool to stay cool. While I wish I could be down there with them, there are multiple sets of stairs between them and me, so I limit my outside time downstairs. But in those moments, I have travelled out on the town, my neighbors and security guards from our complex have been such an immense help in reentering the building. They gave me their arms, their support and held open doors even in moments when I thought I could do it myself. This communal culture is beginning to grow on me and is teaching me a lot about needfulness as I learn to communicate my requests for help in this season.  

After ten months back in the country, I have lived in two apartments, learned new idioms in language, visited an Aegean seaside town, made new friends, and enjoyed so many new local fare I can’t even begin to count. That is expat life – living a life of ever-changing transition, a learner’s posture, and a slight element of adventure weaved in it all. I’m still learning how to do this life with balance, and some days I walk in it better than others.  

What is your biggest life lesson you have learned in these days of COVID?

What is the biggest surprise you’ve learned about visiting or living overseas?

In these next few months, I’m going to be considering whether I keep this blog. I really do enjoy writing, but at times it has taken a little bit more time than I have this season. I’ll be writing somewhere but am just trying to decide if I keep it here as well. Will you please let me know what you think, and I’ll take it into consideration?

A reopening of a chapter: the latest landing site

“Moving is not forever. We’ll get home eventually. Lately that refrain has been going through my mind and I can’t help but think it’s suited to more than this present moment.”

– Tina Boesch, FB, July 2020

Hello again, sorry for making it so long. I guess the pandemic did more distracting me than it did lending more margin, huh? But here we are again, and there’s big changes since last we visited together.

There’s been 2 states I’ve lived in, and now one giant flight (technically 3 flights) across the ocean, returning back to a land I called home once before and now again. This time’s landing has been a bit surreal, where I’ve found faces and friends I knew before, but have been limited to catch up due to a pandemic. My feet are firmly on the ground nowadays, despite the irregular schedule that still in full effect. It will soon feel less irregular, but as we say here, little by little.

In times of a pandemic, any travel looks different, but traversing the international airways a lot of what makes it easier is preparedness and honestly a traveling buddy is helpful as well. When we began to pack, we consulted another friend who had made the trip before us, and so we packed extra masks, anti-bacteria gel, snacks (just in case), and some extra facial wipes. We were nicely surprised that on every flight to be given snacks or meals, and most we were even given wipes if we wished to clean up a few things in our rows though all the planes were already cleaned pre-boarding. And the added bonus for flying in these days of a pandemic, on most flights, was that we had our own row to ourselves.

Now, in these days of finding new rhythms in this familiar place, there are new challenges. My brain often hurts at the end of the week, after language has pushed & challenged it to grow. My heart grows each time I visit with women, and their families, and the hospitality they show even when they’re at the community center. And though I’m still re-acclimating to new public transportation lines, the joys of this landing site is beginning to feel like home again.

Happy take-offs and landings to you friends!

OOOH, and before I go, if you’d like to do a little #languagelearning along with me; don’t miss my #wordoftheday on my FB page!

Urgency & Justice: living counter & cross-culturally

Several years ago, I was introduced to a collection of products by my friend Kirsten, she was an ambassador for Noonday Collection. I was touched by the story of each artisan, behind the beautiful pieces. They “… design and sell an inspired collection of jewelry and accessories made by Artisans across the globe.”, and hope “To make a difference in some of the world’s most vulnerable communities, we partner with Artisan Businesses that share our passion for building a flourishing world. We develop these businesses through fair trade, empowering them to grow sustainably and to create dignified jobs for people who need them.” Each piece that produce, has an artisan – a person & their story – attached to it, and that really moved me; especially their line from Ethiopia. This collection fast became one of my favorites, mostly because it reminded me of the restoring story of Joseph in the Bible and how he shared with his brothers many years after they sold him into slavery, saying “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today.” (Genesis 50:20) So many of these women had lost their status in their societies, and through using former artillery shells turning them into beautiful jewelry they were given a new livelihood. Never would I have dreamed I would have the opportunity to visit with some of these ladies, as I did in October of 2019. I remember when I first walked into their shop, I thought boy this looks familiar, I wonder if they sell to Noonday. So, after the lady shared about their mission, I asked her and she said, “Yes”. I then asked her if I could hug her, and she happily agreed. A sweet celebration moment for both of us.

When the pandemic started, I was living outside of Nashville, TN. As time grew shorter and shorter, and the date of my departure became closer, I began to feel a sense of urgency. When I first arrived in Nashville, I had written a list of the “touristy” things I wanted to do & all my friends in the area, in hopes to see all of them…and then COVID-19 rolled into town. Do you do that, when you visit a new place or move into a new town? In taking in new tourist sites, you often get a sense of the town, even learn some history of the area, and often are challenged to visit areas you might not normally frequent. I’ve even found these to be helpful areas, especially when living cross-culturally, to practice language learning. Even when the new language fails, these locations often serve as a place for help in my native tongue more regularly than say your local neighborhood restaurant. I already have a list of some places I want to stop into in these days back at home in SC. Here’s hoping I’ll get to some at least. 

As my sense of urgency grew and my departure date grew even closer from TN, I began to lament that I wasn’t going to visit some of my favorite spots nor was I going to get to see all of my local friends one more time before I left. These definitely have been put into perspective since then, with the current events of the day, urgency and anxiety have a very different look.

I began a draft of this many times in mind, and was planning to stay on track with my resolution of a blog post a month, and then COVID-19 quickly became a pandemic and civil unrest erupted in our streets due to systemic racism. I became unsure of what to say, and though I wanted to be an “ALLY” voice, I didn’t want to do more harm than good, so I stuck to sharing wisdom of others already in the conversation. I shared some of this with a friend in Birmingham recently. During this conversation we lamented together, learned from one another and purposed to continue conversations in our circles as well as to be people of peace and justice.

Before I go, I wanted to share a few quotes from those I’m learning from in these days where we seek to #standtogether for justice. Maybe you’d like to check out some of their works, in order to learn, lament and come along side and take action towards JUSTICE FOR ALL.

  • “Hope is possible if we recognize that it does not rule out justice. It is what separates justice from vengeance. … And because Christians should be a people for peace, we must be a people for justice even when it seems ever to elude us. Too many black lives have been lost to accept anything else.” – 6.14.2020, NYT, Dr. Esau McCaulley
  • “Don’t take up too much (metaphorical) space in the conversation. Yes, this is hard for verbal processors. We know you have important things to say, but White people’s ideas and stories are prioritized everywhere else. Take this opportunity to sit quietly and elevate the voices of POC.” – https://bethebridge.com/docs/16Tips.pdf
  • “Don’t shy away from the awkward and uncomfortable conversations.” – my sweet friend Cierra Floyd
  • “The opposite of poverty is justice.” – Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy

I did want to add one more thing. If you didn’t know about Juneteenth, take some time today and learn. I have to confess I didn’t know the history behind this, but this year I have been educated about this. Maybe take some time to do this as well. 

Social distancing and quarantining | new verbs to add to the dictionary Mr. Webster, and the cost of globalization.

In January, China reported its first death from what we now refer to as Coronavirus (COVID-19). Though the world watched and prayed for those being affected in the 100’s, it seemed to be primarily only in China. But what would follow in the next days and weeks would soon turn into a Global pandemic, and as of today a global disaster with more than 300,000 cases confirmed in almost every continent. Though I as an extrovert wouldn’t have chosen this, social distancing and intentionally limiting exposure to others, has been mandated pretty much everywhere.

So, the new normal is working from home for majority of the population, parents serving as teachers, online classes for all ages, and even music artist sharing their gifts via their social media outlets with free concerts from their kitchens or home studios. Is this the cost of globalization?

Back in 4000 BC, humans were first figuring out how to utilize animals as transportation, and in 3500 BC the wheel was first fashioned in Iraq. In these times humans had figured out how to create water travel, and the Egyptians invented the sailboat in 3100 BC. In the 17th & 18th century, the transportation industry began to boom with diversity, and after many tries the Wright brothers were “first to develop a sustained and powered aircraft” in 1902 in my home state of North Carolina.  When I grew up the leading commercial aircraft carriers were Pan Am, Eastern Airlines, Piedmont, Delta; and then internationally it was British Airways, KLM, Swiss Air and Aeroflot. Today there are close to 40 millions air flights performed globally, and it seems there might be “more than 9300 airports include the civilian international airports, domestic airports cities in the world.” That’s a LOT of access globally.

So, in the time of social distancing what are we actually doing with ourselves? Are we listening to our leaders, and practicing “sheltering in place” well? Virtual tours of museums, zoos, amusements parks, you name it; this is the new normal in enjoying all these things we love.  Many are enjoying the well needed slower pace to reconnect with their families, nature, that ever growing booklists, their recipe book (or video play list), and even taking in a movie from home. They even say my generation, Generation X, is made for this type of behavior. Our technological savviness is beginning to truly connect us even when we’re apart. But have we lost the art of gathering?

Ironically before COVID-19 forced us into #weareallinthistogether but separate, and has us all quarantining in our homes, many of the books I was reading were about just that – the Gathering with community. Some of these titles are, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table with Recipes by Shauna Niequist, and another is Looking for Lovely: Collecting the Moments that Matter by Annie F. Downs. So, in this time of  #webelieveinhome and states along with countries around the world continue to hunker down, it really feels like the gathering has become a dirty word. It leaves me sad, but hoping that this won’t be forever; especially because this extrovert can only take so much virtual connection.

As I try to wrap this blog up, I wanted to share some of my favorite #socialdistancing graphics (above) friends have shared during this time, as well as some of my favorite moments with family and friends connecting.

Favorite moments:

  • Reading books to the Bunch boys, before bedtime, via FB messenger.
  • Face Timing a friend, and the Jenkins boys answer and proceed to tell me about their morning and show me their stinky feet.
  • Creating my first Marco Polo video for my friend Debbie.
  • My mom starting a Zoom meeting with me and my Aunt Ruth, so Ruth would know how to do it for Sunday.
  • Reconnecting with friends in  3 countries & 3 states, via a Zoom call.
  • Realizing that I forgot my wallet, in the midst of a FaceTime call with Renee, when I was almost finished with my shopping at Wal-Mart.
  • Hearing people like Eugene Cho, the US Surgeon General & David Kinnaman of the Barna Group during the Humanitarian Disaster Institute’s COVID-19 Church Online Summit.
  • Katy & I, beating Sarah & Lindsey in an ultimate frisbee game in the front yard, on Saturday.

May you be safe, be well, stay connected, and don’t lose HOPE for we are NOT alone. #stayathome

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ALWAYS | good.

Andrew Peterson, on his Resurrection Letters Prologue album, shared those words as a reminder and with beautiful melody and prose. Tonight, I saw the movie Free Burma Rangers, a story of courageous living with those caught in between the face of evil and injustice; and these words take a different meaning. After the FBR, in partnership with the Iraqi army reclaimed the first village from ISIS and they moved towards Mosul, they watched only yards away as the family hit a landmine. They quickly rushed to them, offering aid, help and rescue for all but one sweet little girl. She died. It was at that moment when David Eubank wanted justice, righteous justice, for this little one. BUT God reminded him, “Vengeance belongs to Me; I will repay.” (Deuteronomy 32:35, HCSB) He {God} is always good.

The rich beauty amongst such raw horrendous reality, isn’t that this life we are living? This weekend I had the chance to be with friends back in Wheaton, IL. The truth is, there really wasn’t enough time with them, and I find myself wanting today. But though our time together this weekend was short, it seemed so rich all the same. I’ve only known some of them for a very short time, in the scheme of things, but it’s like I’ve been blessed with a lifetime of love for them. Beatrice, my sweet Bea who I have baked a many of sweet treats with at My Half of the Sky’s kitchen, almost fell out when I walked into the kitchen on Monday. She didn’t want to let go of me while we baked, knowing that our time was so short. I took Renee up on her offer for dinner on Sunday, and took Cheryl with me, for a time of networking and ideating right in the middle of my happy place; while I just soaked up one more moment and held back tears as we all parted ways. Then tonight I opened Natalie’s sweet note she left under my door {see it above}, and like the guy on my row after the movie said of his response, “I am wrecked, just wrecked”. Me too. When people SEE you, really see you, and then take time to either say out loud a word of encouragement & acknowledgement or use a sweet note and write it down for you to remember…a true gift of love, and I will cherish it.

My people” are the best! Thinking about cherishing memories in the moment, my mind immediately goes to those words after the most exciting and foretold birth of all time. “But Mary was treasuring up all these things in her heart and meditating on them.” (Luke 2:19, HCSB) Can you imagine the weight of emotion she must have felt that night? Possibly unsure what it all meant with a combination of surrealness from labor as a virgin, mixed in with a sudden rage of protection, and of course love for this one that will save the WORLD. He is the deep love that can extinguish evil.

In all his work, David Eubank wasn’t immune to hurt and anguish, and after some of the hardest moments in that darkness he still would fall on his knees and ask God to help him forgive those that were literally shooting at him and the other Free Burma Rangers. They were just seeking to be a help to these in the in between. “The antidote to evil is love.” (David Eubank)  A simple but profound short sentence, left with us to wrestle with. Take it to God, and cherish the ONE who is Love.

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New town – writing your own local’s guide in welcome

“My people” is something I say when I find some friends who just get me, pretty early on, and they quickly become like family of sorts to me. They’re those go-to kind of people, people you can pretty talk about anything and they don’t give you this weird look like “you’re crazy” – normally just say it to you. (ha, ha) But seriously they’re those “ride or die” people that you often have DEEP conversations with, adventure around town with, and so often become life-long friends no matter where you live in the world.

Recently I took advantage of the geographical proximity, and took a road trip to see some old friends, in Birmingham, AL. The gift of walking into a crowded restaurant, while my friend (she’s semi-famous y’all), is chatting it up with the hostess and I intentionally waited a minute to just take in the precious gift to this world that she is; before I said hello and gave a big hug. Then when Cierra joined us, still my heart leapt a bit because these two friends are now friends because of me. The richness of our conversation was the added icing on top to this time together; albeit short. Talk ranging from basic life updates, to random famous people, to politics, to local favorites with a sprinkle of theology and how see God moving was where we were that day. Sitting in between the hustle of Saturday morning brunch goers at The Essential, you would have thought there was no one else in the room, for that time, in that moment. A gift! Then it was time to part ways, and the 3 became 2, and Cierra and I visited some of her favorite jaunts around town; most I had never been to, even though I had lived in the area for a few years back in the early 2000’s. It was such a beautifully fun day with some of “my people”.

Moving to Nashville, TN this past December, has given me the opportunity to see and live life with others that I’d say have become are already are “my people”. In the move to Nashville, it felt like a return of sorts, though I’ve never really lived here; but over the past few years I have come to know some of it like it was a temporary home. Early on, I remember saying to a friend that I kept feeling like I wasn’t really in Nashville, because I hadn’t seen the “Batman building” yet. In past visits, I’ve mostly been in the downtown area where I often saw much of the same scenery; but now I’m living and working in very different neighborhoods of town; so, I’m learning more of the town. Recently, I visited a local coffee shop with a co-worker – The Horn Coffee Shop – and it wasn’t until later that I realized that we were the only women in the shop. I was just more impressed with the international food options, and the still excited to hear more of the barista’s – Zachariah – story. I knew this was a place I needed to tell other friends about!

Local coffee shops have fast become one of my things I like to try to find, in any new town I visit or live in. I think this started, after having a fun go-to spot in Istanbul – Story Coffee, and then continued when in Wheaton at My Half of the Sky. Exploring a new city, the local yummy, the local artisan shops along with the spots to caffeinate are definitely on my list of things to find when moving to a new place. And when there are friends to do it with, I’m in my HAPPY place!!!

Today, I’m back in Wheaton for the weekend, back in the coffee shop on campus, visiting and catching up with friends from time here. Some who I’ve seen are still discerning what direction they want to go in after their undergrad program, and some are ideating towards opportunities they feel God is calling them to after their graduate program, and still others are those who guide all of these. Sometimes a quick catch up can feel like just that, a QUICK time together and there’s no depth…not here. No matter the amount of time together, I never cease to be amazed at the depth of the richness of time together with a Wheatie! Hugs, introductions to parents, conversation surrounding around the question “what are you doing this summer?”, random collaborations for courses, and lots of computers and studying going on here. There’s just something about the energy in the environment of academia. Before I came here in 2018, I would have really pushed back on that statement; a lot can change in a few years with the right people, in a great environment for learning!!!

So, let’s get back on track – I think I got off track with my coffee shop thoughts. If you were writing a locals guide to your town, what would be on your go-to list? Last year I had a friend from Richmond move to the greater Charlotte, NC area. She asked me just that, and though it’s the city of my birth, I had a shorter list than you’d probably think I should. The city is a different place than when I was growing up, and a lot of my favorites have been converted to apartment complexes or trendy workspaces. The Charlotte of my childhood was a different space even from my Dad’s childhood, but still today we find some favorite spots to go together.

  • Where are some of those for your town?
  • What do you have to have on your go-to list?
  • Where are you willing to drive out of your way to visit?
  • Who do you like to share these with?

Now let’s go and share all this fun with others in our communities! #bealocalguide #supportlocal #extendwelcome #mypeople

OOOH I almost forgot to share a quote from something I’m reading! I’m reading several (via Audible), and Annie F. Downs’ Looking for Lovely is one of those. Last weekend I literally told some friends how I’m hoping to run into her in the Spring at a local farmer’s market in Nashville – she shares about it in the book – just to say how grateful I am for her sharing these life lessons. With each new chapter, I find encouragement that I identify needing and don’t want to forget. I went on to tell my friends I was hoping to pick up a copy of it at a local resale book shop, but they didn’t have it; and wouldn’t you know it one of these friends said she’d give me her copy. LOVE that!

So, I’ll leave you with this fun insight from Annie, that I too find within myself.

“I had a lot of friends. That part of my soul was still alive and well; the part that loved having as many friends as possible at any given one time. This is still true by the way. Ask anyone who tries to plan my birthday party; the invite list gets ridiculously long because I love my birthday and I love my friends, and I want all the things together.” #lookingforlovely

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EVER LEARNING | despite distractions, and with genuineness

“We were born for a purpose. Every person you happen on in your lifetime has a story to tell. Every person on the planet has the ability to teach us something, if we’ll only be willing to listen.” – Chip Gaines, Capital Gaines

This week finishes the first month of the first year of the second decade of the 21st century. It’s hard to believe it’s almost February. I was glad, tonight, while digging out my wallet to pay the barista at the coffee café at Barnes & Noble, I heard the other gal say, “Saturday will be February.” “I know, right?!” I and the girl who took my order chimed in to say. Time really does fly, and as I stepped into the fourth decade of my life, I began to notice the accelerated rated the world seemed to begin to spin. After collecting my coffee from the barista, I returned to my seat to look up where in the world this saying came from. Turns out Tempus Fugit (Latin for time flies) dates back to 29 BC, recorded in Latin in Virgil’s Georgics. William Shakespeare and Andrew Pope, also used a similar phrase in the 1800’s.

In a quick Amazon search about “what to do with my life”, there were 586 book options for all ages; and that’s just on Amazon. Even in my current state, sitting in the café at Barnes & Noble in Brentwood, TN, I passed by an entire row of books that would like to tell me exactly what to do with my life; which I’m sure most of these are on that Amazon list. The inquiry of posing questions to one’s self, seems to be as old as time, even if time is flying by.

As I shared in my last post, one of my goals for this year is to write more and hopefully share it here on the regular. Another one of my goals for the year is to read 100 books. I’m currently behind for being in the fifth week of the year, but sure am learning a lot along the way. Sometimes even more books to read. One I’m currently reading  (ok, full disclosure I’m listening to it on Audible) right now is Andrew Peterson’s, Adorning the Dark. Sometimes, in the listening you feel like you’ve pulled up a chair in his den and you’re at the Warren, and then still others you’re transformed into a listening session of poetry. I appreciate the way he shares about writers, “We aren’t writers, so much as gleeful rearrangers of words whose meanings we can’t begin to know. When we manage to make something pretty, it’s only so because we are ourselves a flourish on a greater canvas.” This blessing of etymology, is inspiring to me, as is the ultimate Creator he’s speaking of in this quote.

I’m by far no professional at writing, but do long to grow in the crafty, so when I meet a professional writer or am around the amateurs in my life, I try to pick their brains for wisdom. I’ve noticed recently that I often get distracted in my writing, so probably need to add a question about how they keep focused to my list. In graduate school, papers often dictated concise formulations of words towards a topic, but even in this task I often found myself wanting to chase a rabbit of research I had found.  This past weekend, I had the pleasure of meeting Jim Asker from Billboard, at a local coffee shop here in Franklin, TN. He’s training for a marathon, and after his daily run, he stopped in at The Good Cup to do some work charting the Country & Christian charts; and he was kind enough to share his table and a little writer wisdom with me. He first joked that he had reserved the whole table, when I asked if I might share the then empty table, with him. We laughed a bit, about how rude that would have been if he denied me the seat, and then went back to our work; me trying to focus on an online discipleship course that had brought me out, and he to his charts. After a visit back to the counter for a refill, he returned back to his seat with heavy sighs  which spark my curiosity, so I inquired if he was ok. This was when he told me of his marathon training, and all that had led him to take this up. We proceeded to chat about all kinds of things, including his journey to the Nashville area, as well as mine. At some point we got to talking about various commonalities in music, and though I was trying really hard not to fan-girl much, I was able to ask about what got him into writing and if he had some tips for me. Jim has been in journalism for some time now, and music almost as long; he’s done it all it seems. One of the biggest takeaways I gleaned from Jim, is genuineness within professionalism. His job requires a lot of interaction with artists in interviews, for his writing gig, but the charting songs dictates he be objective. Even as we talked, and later added another to our conversation, you could really see this coming out in our discussions. He was so genuine with us, and even offered his contact information to Missy – a hustling young manager of an aspiring singer, in efforts to be a resource if she needed it. Only in Nashville, can you go for coffee, and meet such genuine famous people.

I’ve never really aspired to be famous or GREAT , but recently I’ve been aspiring to do greater things with my communication skills; hence the goal of writing more. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’ve always wanted to do good in big ways in this world of ours, but I haven’t ever really wanted to be the one people referred to as GREAT.  I’m sure Freud would have more to say about that, but we’ll just leave it there for now. Many of you know, I had the opportunity to work in communications for a little over 10 years, and even had the opportunity to wear many hats in a film production once.  Some of that actually happened here in Nashville. Early on in my role as production coordinator, I was often thinking hurry up and learn it all, like most jobs, and with each new thing I learned it was from the help of others. So, when the film production opportunity came along, I had been doing various things already, but nothing to the scale of that production. Once again, it was a time of let’s learn from others in the industry; and not just ones who were doing something close to my role, actors, make-up artists and even a director or two. Now before you get all thinking that I’m big time, remember I’m not the GREAT in this story. Some of the big takeaways I learned during that time were very similar to what Jim was sharing with me this past weekend, genuineness and professionalism. Today, I count many on those as friends from that production, and many I’ve been able to follow their careers via social media or over dinners shared around tables in various cities.

Circling back to those graduate school papers, one thing I’m still trying to implement today is to never stop learning, and don’t be afraid to cross learn. A few weeks ago, I was visiting with some friends in Huntsville, AL, and at some point, our conversation turned to theology and politics. There was a conversation about a specific worldview, and though it’s not as easy as I’d like, I’ve learned when I don’t fully understand what someone is talking about, I just ask them to explain it a bit more. So, my friend Sarah began to break down her “Buzz Feed” version of this worldview, where another friend gave his input with a more theologically based interpretation. One of the big takeaways from this worldview, was that they often read and listen to the same selective voices. The more we talked about it, the more I became a bit sad for these, and here’s why. Over the past few years I’ve read all kinds of books, had long and sometimes heated discussions on political hot topics, as well as walked life with many who claim a very faith tradition than my own. In each interaction, I’ve walked away with a richness gleaned from what I learned, and all were still friends, gaining a new level of respect for one another. I think I wrote about conversating before, and this still applies even as we glean wisdom from others unlike ourselves. In choosing to interact with books, thoughts, conversations that are outside our own, really can bring such deepness of thought and relationship.

Last Monday, I decided to do a few touristy things around town. After brunch with some girlfriends, I headed over to Hatch Show Print.  It’s been a Nashville staple since 1879, and my friend Cassidy even interned at an earlier location after college. The tour gives you some history about Hatch and some of its famous clientele, along with showing you behind the scenes of some of the productions today including letting you print a Hatch print yourself. This was a highlight. The artistry going into the carvings of different designs has to take into effect if it’s a multiple color, as well as the placement and the different sizes. As a creative, I really could have stayed for hours if they had let me. One of my favorite things I learned was that not only are they a working print shop today, but they are persevering by production. What that means is that a primary way they do preservation is through ongoing production, and I got to be a part of that.

Our lives are so fast these days, and so in this I’ve found more and more there’s an urgency within me to learn and soak in as much as I can in each new stop along the way. That’s one reason I’m grateful for reading challenges, divine detours, and even yes diversity in our world today. I heard someone say that diversity has become a dirty word of sorts, so forgive me I don’t mean this next statement negatively,  but I’d argue we can learn a lot from the diversity in our world. And if you’d indulge me to issue a challenge to us all, that we may take up more opportunities at community tables in coffee shops to meet  with those transplanted southerners who are often famous people, read stories like that of a Hounslow Girl who’s trying to straddle Western attitudes and traditional beliefs, and may we not be afraid to engage our friends in discussions of ethics as we start to form decisions on who we might vote for this next election. Let us be learners, not for the sake of convincing others of our opinion, but may we be courageous to show genuineness and care to all we meet.

Before I sign-off, I’d like to leave you with a few other things I’ve read or learned recently:

  • “To make the abstract tangible, to define meaning without confining it, to inhabit a house that never became a prison, Dickinson created in her writing a distinctively elliptical language for expressing what was possible but not yet realized.” (Writing about Emily Dickinson, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-dickinson) In preparing this blog, I began thinking of Emily Dickinson, and other women poets of her time. Don’t get me wrong Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau and Walt Whitman made a great impression me as well; and it is through all of their words that began my desire to arrange words in patterns of beauty.
  • “Nobody remembers if you cross the finish line bruised and bloody, they just remember that you stayed the course. Don’t get hung up on how ugly the race might look as your running it. In the end, all that matters is that you finish.” (Chip Gaines, Capital Gaines) In rereading these words, it reminded me of something I read last week in my quiet time. “Keep in mind that God is more interested in what you become than in what you do.” (Henry Blackaby & Richard Blackaby, When God Speaks) As one that’s a doer, the latter is a freeing statement of grace, while Gaines’ statement is a good challenge towards steadfastness.
What are some of the books on your reading list?
What is something you’ve learned this month, that surprised you?
What are your favorite music genres?

(I know that last note about politics probably isn’t popular these days. This isn’t a political blog, so if you’d like to chat further about this feel free to email me via the contact page.)

Some of the LINKS shared in this blog:

EMBRACE it: the processes of our lives

“Haw realized again, as he had once before, that what you are afraid of is never as bad as what you imagine. The fear you let build up in your mind is worse than the situation that actually exists.” -Dr. Spencer Johnson, Who Moved My Cheese?

Over the years, I’ve ridden on multiple modes of transport, but probably none more than air travel. No big surprise, if you’ve been following this blog for a bit. Recently, during a visit with some sweet friends, we got talking about processes and truthfully how I was lamenting one that I’m currently involved in. Both friends, with different words, challenged me to just “embrace the process”, the good and the bad and don’t try to fix it. It was such a good word for me, and though it kind of had an edge on it, it spoke such rich truth to my soul in the moment!

Each time I get on a plane, no matter what language (or languages) they say it in, there’s a process that must be followed before the plane can take off. All passengers are encouraged to be seated in their seats, with seatbelts safely fastened and all the tray tops and seat backs must be in the appropriate condition. Like I said, I’ve flown a lot. Recently, I flew to Ethiopia via Turkey, so there were a few planes we enjoyed on this trip. Though my younger years found me often able to sleep on the floor under my parents’ feet, or even in an awkward position in a seat, most days now I find it hard to sleep on planes despite how tired I might get. But no matter whether or not I have an entire row to myself or just the regularly assigned seat, I almost always find myself having my seatbelt buckled when seated on the regular. This has been a process that I have embraced well, and regularly!

So why do I easily accept certain processes, but then with others I have a tendency to lend a critical eye. You might have been there, like me, walking into a new location or company with a set of fresh eyes and seeing processes that seem ancient, and all of the sudden you see all the ways to do them better. True confessions, there was a moment this past week that I was having a similar moment and I kept asking questions about something and finally I just said – because I knew I was acting crazy – “ok, I’m just going to do and stop asking questions about it.” I did feel a little crazy in that moment, but it reminded me of these friends words; and in them I saw that sometimes this is more of a rebellion of sorts, rather than one of growth.

In looking at travel and eventually overseas living again, I’ve been forced to think through my own personal comforts that I’ve grown to enjoy. During that Ethiopia trip, I was reminded of the great gift of electricity as well as ear plugs. The first morning when returning back to my room from the shared bathroom area, I was surprised to notice that the electricity was out. Thankfully the sun sets and rises like clockwork there, so there was plenty of light to dress and prepare for the day. The earplugs, on the other hand didn’t always do the job of blocking out the competing religious leaders in the wee hours of the morning, as they sang out their calls for prayer or reminders to their attenders to come together. This experience was a wonderful blessing of reminder for me. Though many comforts we often take for granted here in the west, are a gift in other parts of the world.

A few years ago, when I was living overseas in Turkey, my then roommate talked about setting a goal that year to read 100 books. I was amazed at her determination in the task, because truthfully due to working a full time job for the previous 12 years I often didn’t feel like I had much time to read more books than just a few in the year. But her diligence sparked an interest in me, and so I began my efforts to read 50 that next year, including a few we read together with some friends. This challenge has become one that I try each year since (though true confessions, 2019 I only read 34); and it really helped, especially when I launched back into the world of academia in 2018, after being out of it for 18 years. One of the books I ended up reading was Chip Gaines’ book, Capital Gaines : Smart Things I Learned Doing Stupid Stuff, and he talks a bit about comfort and how we can be challenged to not become complacent in these. “Unfortunately, I think most of us have become subconsciously obsessed with safety and comfort, & make our choices accordingly. The problem with that is this, NOTHING worthwhile ever comes easy. So behind almost every one of these decisions we make is an even bigger decision, the compass that determines the direction of our lives. Do I want a safe comfortable and easy life, or do I want my days to matter?”

I’m sure at this point, if you’ve made it this far in the post, you might be thinking maybe I’m rambling a bit…but I promise I’m going to bring it all back soon. In moments of reading challenging words or hearing them from friends, what we do with them really matters. As an extravert, over the years I have noticed that when I’m in the presence of others extraverted I often fight to have a voice; but during my time in Ethiopia I found myself not doing that so much. Reflecting back on that now, I find that there was so much wisdom to glean from these that were sharing, and yes there were times to add to the discussion and other times it was best to offer affirming words to those who were sharing in the narrative. Was this my way of embracing the processes put before me, or maybe just jet-lag, or hopefully wisdom? Well, honestly, I think only time will tell. But I hope as I continue down my reading lists, relationship building moments, the check lists given to me of process to do’s, as well as adventurous journeys in overseas life; I hope that I approach it all with more grace than the day before in order to reflect God’s character more and more.

I wanted to share a little update on the current journey of that TRUE NORTH. As I continue in a process that hopefully leads me back towards overseas living,  going forward, I’ll be jumping in with all I have to learn all I can, in efforts to love on whoever is put in front of me. After a little over a month serving those affected by Hurricane Dorian on Grand Bahama Island, my current station is Nashville, TN. The opportunity to serve on the island was a wonderful and humbling time. I’m especially grateful that I was able to be there, because I have some friends who were hit really hard during the storm on the island, and I was able to have some family away from family as well as opportunities to love on their whole family during that time.  The efforts of studying hard this past year in graduate school definitely got applied to this former position; what a gift!

Being in Nashville, thanks to the generosity of sweet friends to take me in, I’m learning a fun new city, and sharing my administrative gifts at local non-profit in the area. The next month here will lend towards celebrating a friend’s birthday, we already celebrated the New Year in grand #NashvilleNYE style, and will bring sweet times seeing old friends; and of course, making new ones. The smallness of this world really becomes more obvious, when you’re talking with an old friend you haven’t seen since 2016 and they say that a girl in my office goes to church with them. I love when community knows no borders, and can transcend oceans. I just love that good gift from God!

This year my book challenge is super ambitious, I’m shooting to read 100 books. (funny thing – I had accidentally typed years instead of books – it made me LOL!) Some of these are carry over series from years past, and then some were technically started in 2019.

  • What are you reading this year?
  • Are you doing a specific challenge? (amount, topic, etc.)

One of my friend’s, Kristen, has always been a reader but I think (and she can tell me if I’m wrong) she actually has two Instagram accounts now just for chatting about and with others that are book loves too. You should totally connect with her if you’re a reader!!! Since I have such a BIG book challenge this year, I wanted to let you know and tell you that I’ll be sharing some of my favorite quotes from some of those as well as well other things I’ve been learning. I have a few other goals for 2020, and one of the leftovers from 2019 that I read about in Annie F. Downs’ book 100 days to brave was to write down my dreams.

The 2020 list is a bit shorter than the dreams one, but if I’ve learned anything from this big life that God has gifted me with, there’s bound to be more to come. And that’s true for you too! Friend, I hope you know that God made you, He loves you, and wants you to know Him. So, wherever your adventures and travels take you, whatever your processes are (whether successful or struggles), I hope you’ll consider embracing the ONE who give order to all the processes of my life and gives me purpose.

Expect more from this year, won’t you?! And if you have strengths and insights how to maneuver successfully in processes that are a little challenging, I hope you’ll share them here…so others (LIKE ME) can learn and do better at this! Or if you just want to share your reading challenge insight, or have questions, send them my way. I hope we’ll all embrace and push through the fears of our days, to really live lives that matter.

HAPPY NEW YEAR & new decade…let’s make it count!

  • If you’d like to see more about my time on the island, and follow along as I find fun spots here in Nashville, let’s connect on Instagram.
  • Have just a little time, but love to learn new things and reading, check out Audible, or even Hoopla, both have audiobooks you can listen to anywhere.
  • Consider giving towards ongoing efforts helping those affected by Hurricane Dorian.

TRUE North: what happens when your needle has lost its direction?

You’ve seen the videos, the ones where the dog is chasing its tail in circles. They are so cute and funny. Did you know according to the authors of Worst Case Scenario Survival Guide, that the best way to stop a runaway camel (if you’re riding on it), is to hold the reigns to one side and let the camel go in circles until it gets tired and stops?

Over the past few months, there are have moments that I have definitely felt a bit like that dog and rider on the camel; even at times feeling a little without direction and a bit of decision paralysis. The first I heard of this, was when a friend – Laura – came home from East Asia, and she talked about a visit to Walmart. She was overwhelmed, and though it sounds silly, by all the  hot dog buns to choose. Have you ever thought about just how many options there really are? I too have experienced this crazy culture shock. Mine came in the form of avocados in a UK grocery store, with my sweet Bunch friends and their wonderful Master Theo. They had moved on to the second and possibly third aisle, while I was standing on aisle one – mouth open – saying over and over, ‘who needs more than one variety of avocados?’.

I’ve even felt this way a great deal lately when thinking through the next directions of my life. Advice has come in many forms:

  • look at what gives you joy
  • what is going to pay the most
  • make the most of your education
  • take a risk, do something that challenges you
  • do the greatest good, for the most people
  • follow God’s leading.

All these are  helpful to lead me in a direction or two, but sometimes they have had me going in circles.

Have you ever been in a dark, dark place, whether it be outside or in your house with the lights on? Sometimes you think you know the lay of the land, but then you’re quickly reminded that maybe you’ve forgotten about a few pairs of shoes that weren’t tucked under the bed. Earlier this month, I had the opportunity to visit Seabrook Island (beach near Charleston, SC) with some of my family, including my cousin’s two kids visiting with us from Europe for a month. Several nights we ventured out to the beach, for a hopeful view of a shooting star or two. The first night, we were out before the sun went down, but we forgot our flashlights and by the time it was time to head back to the car the stars were so bright all across the sky. At some point we all had to just sit down on the walk back to the car, and peer in awe at the beauty of the galaxy. By this point our eyes had adjusted to the slight glimmers of light that broke through the darkness.

That kind of focus comes also when you can see your direction. A compass gives this when you need to go due north, and quickly you’re back on track to move forward. Today, this is where I feel I am. I have a direction that I’m moving in, and even if it doesn’t end up exactly how I picture it right now, I still have a peace about the direction because of the One who I’m following. More to come on this later.

Before I sign off, I want to say a big thank you to family and friends who have helped me along the way these past few months, especially in moments I felt paralyzed in my decision making. Your encouragement, housing accommodations, meals & prayers have been such gifts towards getting back to my new True North.

DIRECTIONS. Whether it be times of detours, celebrations, or even transition; needs are great in each new day.

That’s a wrap! The iconic phrase, often portrayed in films depicting film production, can also be a theme for my current status. As of May I had the pleasure of almost “graduating” with a masters in Humanitarian & Disaster Leadership. I use the word ALMOST because there were a few more classes to complete, before my program is technically finished. And as of July 12th, I finished the onsite requirements for my last class, and then today I finished the post work so NOW I’m all done. All of this is for sure a cause for celebration!!! As you might have seen, it’s been quite a journey. This #southerngirlinthenorth didn’t always handle well the much cooler temperatures of the Midwest, especially when we had a polar vortex. Let me tell you that I was really grateful for the winter jacket I purchased at the end of the season in Turkey, as well as the heat in our 19th century house we rented!

But today, as I sit in a much warmer Richmond, VA, reflecting back I’m reminded that sometimes life-stances that often look like detours can often begin the most exciting moments of transition to celebrate. I reflect back on a moment during exam week back at school, I had a chance encounter in making a new friend who was sitting across the library table from me. Paul*, and his wife recently moved to IL, like me, from across the seas; and they had been helping refugees as well. I’ve been reading through Annie F. Downs’ book, #100DaysToBrave, and I just loved it when I read about divine detours in her book, and though it’s definitely true that “Divine detours are no fun in the moment…They’re a change in plans that you didn’t ask for…it’s through the divine detours that God always takes us where we’re supposed to go in the long run.” Now, sitting in a favorite gelato shop in a town that once was my HOME, I also have to reflect on the sweet moments of the past month and interning in Washington, DC. A friend from school connected me with a friend of his, who got me connected for a great location of stay. Then one day, I went to a hearing about Temporary Protected Status (TPS), and one of the presenters just happened to be an alumna from Wheaton and was able to connect with her later in my stay. And even had the opportunity to visit some of our Nation’s capital’s museums, monuments and even a great show for Independence Day; but what I’ll take away from that experience is those connections and kindness of community. Whether it was Emily’s sweet affirmation of prayer, Keely’s roommate orientation and lamenting our “pet(s)”, Delaney’s fun new adventures together (and processing of course), fun with the fellas (Bridger & Jose), as well as staffers willing to share their knowledge and opportunity with me for 5 weeks…I won’t forget it.

But one of my favorite reflections on divine detours of these past few months, is that of these “yaggie girls”; and the amazing women they are growing into. I just finished having a wonderfully long lunch with Mary Kate & Julia, and at one point I thought Mary Kate was going to grow a church right there with her Truth she was sharing. It almost brought me to tears, as Julia shared the background on a communal hymn she once wrote, because the appropriateness of the message for today’s events as well as her time when she wrote it. Last night with Maddie (& Alee), hearing the heart of a sweet young one & hearing how God has uniquely gifted her to speak truths for youth in our church today. Lastly but not least, Rachel, one who’s been using her gift of language for good in a land that’s front & center in a lot of headlines. Brainstorming ideas about why – how – immigration and all its problems with her, I felt like I was right back on The Hill all over again. #grown

The gifts of these divine detours over the past almost 15 years, have led me on a road of so many friendships. I kind of what to figure out a way to make a graphic of it!!! The depth of some of these friendships, have had me adding stamps to my passport, or just miles to my car (or the car I’m borrowing), nights of less sleep to meet in the early hours – or long talks at night, and such depth of love there be no word to adequately describe. I’m forever grateful.

So, now as I wrap up this much-longer-than-expected blog, I still sit in the tension of the “what’s next” and “remember” in order to properly process. To borrow a line from my friend Sarah T, I don’t want to live long in “decision paralysis”, but just long enough to wait on God to point towards the next He has for me. The Senator has been known to refer to himself as “an average person that’s willing to put forth an extraordinary effort” for those he serves, I as a constituent of his am grateful for his humble leadership. As for me, I long to do the greatest good, for the most people in the NEXT divine detour God has me on.

GOALS. Well maybe guidelines, but definitely not hard deadlines.

Handwritten words of yesteryears, but gifts still sweet!

I thought this year might be different than last, as it relates to being better at writing here, but when you’re reading and writing LOTS in graduate school, somehow the brain power that it takes to do all that seems to bring on brain drain. But today, the second day of April, I’m no longer going to use that excuse not to write a little something creative.

This semester has already been a very full one! On top of that, this little college town is beginning to grow on me, and much to my own personal surprise I too feel my heart beginning to thaw like the days as we get one day closer to true Spring. And then there’s this crazy crew of undergrads that fondly call me “Auntie B”, and even in writing that, I get a little teary-eyed thinking of saying good-bye to them; amongst everyone else I’ll say that to.

Even as I sit here in my favorite local coffee shop (two days in a row at My Half of the Sky, #yourpurchasematters), there’s a conversation going on among three generations of men focused on people living out the gospel; while a couple women to my left talk through life and life choices. The sense of collaboration that is created in the realm of academia, IT REALLY DOES EXIST here, and it is heavy in the air. Just less than hour ago, my friend Mike who dropped me here after class, we began a conversation of “sojourner” and neighbor and how we appropriately view this with the lens of the scripture without neglecting its context within that day’s politics as well as today’s. Often in these moments, I find myself thinking I can’t believe I’m having this conversation or remembering that moment in National Treasure when Ben Gates (Nicholas Cage) reads the line from the Declaration of Independence, and then he goes onto say “people just don’t talk that way anymore.” I begin to ask, “WHY NOT”?! Don’t worry, I’m not going to do what he did, but let’s contemplate that question together.

Why is that we’ve stopped having conversation? In looking at the definition, “a talk, especially an informal one, between two or more people, in which news and ideas are exchanged”, we see a different definition than maybe we’re used to. As I shared in my INTENTIONAL post, in January I finished the Turquoise Table, by Kristen Schell, and her constant challenge to engage your neighbors and neighborhood in conversation is still fresh in my mind; and truthfully I feel like it’s appropriate here. The sharing of ideas, and true collaboration wasn’t just unique to our country’s forefathers, but this can also been seen in some of our faith-fathers as well; so, it would make sense we would heed the call to collaborate and conversate the practices of our modern age. I definitely don’t have a wish to “do it myself” anymore, despite my childhood anthem. And I leave it there…let’s get out there and conversate about living this life well. “Being present & listening is the foundation of Hospitality.” – Kristen Schell

INTENTIONAL. Goals for a new year.

Since last I wrote, I’ve had the opportunity to drive over 1600 miles, flight on two airplanes, and have added several books to my READ bookshelf on good reads. I’ve had the opportunity to visit with friends and family in 4 different states, celebrate Christmas with my cousin’s family in their new house, play games with friends from 2 different countries in Asia, as well as helped pick up another new friend at the airport from another country in Asia. I had the opportunity to talk 3 different language, in one place I spoke in 2 different languages to the same man, and even got a taste of Turkey while visiting a new grocer in Nashville. I had the opportunity to worship in 3 different churches, even met some sweet folks from Zimbabwe and England along the way, and heard the good coffee is doing in my hometown of Charlotte from my friends at Climb Coffee. 

Though this all seems like a lot, I loved every minute of it, even in the long drives after short sleeps; it was worth it. Kristen Schell writes, “The most important lesson in being present is listening.”, in her book Turquoise Table. She goes on to say, “Real conversation is an invitation. It’s the most authentic way we can say, “You matter.” I have grown to really soak up all the moments – any moments – when I get them these days. One of my roommates this past year, reminded me of the map on my wall, and the gift of having friends all around the world. She said, “you’ll never be alone, Beth”. This is a gift, for sure, and so when you have almost a month’s break, you take the time to see as many of them as you can; you stay up late helping pack or just downloading what’s happened in the past 5 months since you last were together, or you take off ornaments from a Christmas tree while your friend packs them up so she can take it easy while her boys sleep upstairs. That presence, no matter if it is doing the mundane things that make up our lives with a friend or family member, you soak it in and sit in the moments.

While in the car one day, listening to the Bobby Bones Showon the radio, he and crew were talking about New Year’s resolutions. I don’t normally get to listen much these days, not having a car of my own, so this was a fun gift while at home with my parents. I think it was Bobby who said he doesn’t really do resolutions, but he has weekly goals. It allows him the opportunity to strive towards a goal in a week’s time, and if he meets it great, then he either keeps it going or sets a new one; with all this aiming for a specific end goal in sight.

I like that. I also like to write down some resolutions too, but maybe they’re my end goals. That’s really where intentional comes in. Being in grad school, the next 5-7 months are going to bring the end of our program with a time of internship and practical learning during the summer months, so there’s a need to schedule well. Living in a place I’ve never lived before, has brought new friends at school and in the community, a new city to explore (still only be into Chicago once – it’s definitely on my list before I leave), multiple job opportunities while at school & loads to learn along the way. Being an extravert, I want to DO IT ALL, but am learning that focus and intentionality is doing it all well. 

I’m sure some of you are asking, “well what are some of those goals/resolutions you’ve set for 2019?”. Here’s just a few of them:

Use the in between times – listen to an audio book or podcast, read more, get some work done. 

Read 50 books this year, though I have 70 on my list, I learned last year to be more realistic – including Annie F. Downs 100 days to bravewhich I’m trying to add to my morning routine. 

Institute some healthier habits – like brushing twice a day, drinking more water, and eating healthier. 

See beauty and laugh more – whether it’s visiting the Art Institute of Chicago, calling my aunt Ruth for a good laugh, or just sitting and taking in the awe of God’s creation; I want to soak it in. 

Blog monthly – yep, I said it, I’d like to be more regular here in this space; so definitely going to need any reminders you might have to do that. 

In staying with the pages’ theme, I want to finish with this. Whether you’re a goal setter or one who has regular resolutions that you do better than 80% of us when you make them, we have processes that help us mitigate this world we live in. Just like every plane ride you might take, whether you line up like Southwest does by numbers and then you pick your seat onboard, or you pick your seat before-hand with Delta; we all have processes that help us get moving and heading towards the direction of our destination. 

What are some of those processes that you have, that you’ve found helpful? Share them here, and let others know because you never know what might become something INTENTIONALfor another. 

Yesterday sitting at the dinner table, as we were letting our lunch settle enough in order that we could justify dessert, the conversation began to circle back around a bit. As Aaron was sharing this truth I remember thinking to myself and then voiced out loud, what a gift it was to hear friends impart such wisdom in moments like this one. 

I have often said I’m not really made for academia, but throughout this semester I’ve been convicted about my distain at times of the challenge to THINK more deeply. I’m a doer, a practioner, so I want to know how I’m supposed to apply what I’m learning, and fast.  A friend, a few years ago, also challenged me with something similar. In a conversation we were having in the car, we pulled up to his place and I responded with a response that was the first thing in my head, without really thinking what my words would communicate. In that moment, he stopped me and asked, “did you think about that before you said it?”. And in that question, I was forced to think about it and confess no, I hadn’t and proceeded to apologize. That simple act of stopping the conversation and calling for a pause to reflect on the next words that might come, has stuck with me since then. And despite the times when I’ve really wanted to say to someone MUCH younger than myself, as she might be lamenting her singleness, I gauge the person and situation and often let it go by without a word. 

So, in reflecting back and thinking more deeply than I normally want to allow myself to this Thanksgiving holiday, it has brought me back to this. I think it started with that post about last Thanksgiving, and the reflection of a trip that felt like one a “lifetime” in the making. (maybe not a lifetime) But the moments spent there, though often hard mixed in with the fun, there was a level of sweetness making new memories with friends old and new. So much so, that when it was time to celebrate this holiday again this year, I’ve had a weird feeling of missing out on something; and truthfully didn’t recognize it until writing this. 

I love a good tradition, especially when its attached to people I love & when it’s full of nostalgia. We have loads of these in our family, especially around the holidays, though they have changed a good bit due to international living. But yesterday, at that table where deep truth was shared, there also was a time of THANKFULNESS of this past year’s bounty given by God to us. Just like that trip to a land I had only heard of for years last year, yesterday’s time with people on top of today’s time with my roommate, have been moments of memory making in new experiences once again. 

We all want to do something GREAT with our lives, and for me I want to do that for God’s glory, but sometimes get bogged down in the comparison game – the bad type of reflection. Wishing I had more creativity, more money, a husband, better communication skills or even ONE big idea that everyone would want to hear about and get behind. But even as I write that, I’m reminded of this project I’m working on for one of my classes this semester where I’m looking at the Syrian drought of 2006-2011. The more I read about it, the more I want to read about it, and the more I want to connect dots in efforts to find an “answer” of sorts. Despite the extra reading, and sometimes not always understanding data listed in the journals, I’m really enjoying learning more about this; because I’m personally invested in it! Syrian, makes up one of the many people groups that I am blessed to call people friends, and if there’s anything I can do to help give insight to others that might be helpful to their plight I’ll do the writing, reading; etc. 

Back to that tradition statement, in years past my family and I are in full planning mode by now on an international Christmas trip. But this year that’s not going to be. The cousin and his family will be staying put there, while the rest of us celebrate together here in the south. YEAH FOR WARMER DAYS TO COME! But though we will be apart, they won’t be far from our thoughts and hearts, like so many others who celebrate abroad. 

But before we get there, there are few more weeks of deep thinking due to happen here in the land of academia, so we’ll hunker down and dive deep into the books and give focus to these as we finish well this semester. So, for now this traveler is “grounded” here in the U.S. of A, and I’ll relish and soak in every bit of it I can. 

When take offs and landings are grounded – for a bit at least

Details

This station makes the fifth continent I’ve lived on in my short 46 years of life. Just the other day I was talking with an Egyptian friend, about things he was learning while living here. This is his first time outside of his home country, and though there’s been a lot more cultural shock than he first thought, and he – like most of us who live outside of our home countries – is still learning.

Yes, I know it’s been a long time since I last posted here. It’s been…

57 days

2 new cities visited

11 holidays passed

5 friends’ birthdays

3 groups of friends’ visits

4 flights

3 “to do” lists made

1 bag packed (and sent home with my parents)

multiple moments of memories made…

When living overseas or traveling to new places often details matter. Like getting enough sleep, eating right, keeping active, hours on a bus or public transportation, time spent using language, grammar rules, kilos allowed for luggage, words spoken, time zones, cell phone data left in a package, and days left in country.

As I shared last time, this new graduate program is coming faster than I would have liked. I continue to learn new things about the program, and especially it’s start date. So that means that my days here feel more and more important every day. My logistical mind keeps trying to plan and schedule every day, but with each plan, I’m learning to be more and more flexible on these plans. Just this week alone, I ended up rescheduling three appointments, and then had two others added in their place.

Also, those emotions are starting to well up as well. I feel like there’s going to be several firsts, but probably more lasts real soon. Soon it’ll be time to say good-byes to friends leaving before me, as well as to many that will stay behind. And before any of that can happen, there will be many DETAILS checked off lists, gifts & thank yous given, tasks handed off to others, and bags packed.

I am going to miss this place, these people, the fresh food & definitely these great prices. But before I go, I’m hoping to soak up every little DETAIL I can!

 

 

 

EMBRACE it: the processes of our lives

Over the years, I’ve ridden on multiple modes of transport, but probably none more than air travel. No big surprise, if you’ve been following this blog for a bit. Recently, during a visit with some sweet friends, we got talking about processes and truthfully how I was lamenting one that I’m currently involved in. Both friends, with differing words, challenged me to just “embrace the process”, the good and the bad and don’t try to fix it. It was such a good word for me, and though it kind of had an edge on it, it spoke such rich truth to my soul in the moment!

Each time you get on a plane, no matter what language (or languages) they say it in, there’s a process that must be followed before the plane can take off. All passengers are encouraged to be seated in their seats, with seatbelts safely fastened and all the tray tops and seat backs must be in the appropriate condition. Like I said, I’ve flown a lot. Most recently, I flew to Ethiopia via Turkey, so there were a few planes we enjoyed on this trip. Though my younger years found me often able to sleep on the floor under my parents’ feet, or even in an awkward position in a seat, most days I find it hard to sleep on planes despite how tired I might get. But no matter whether or not I have an entire row to myself or just the regularly assigned seat, I almost always find myself having my seatbelt buckled when seated on the regular. This has been a process that I have embraced well, and on the regular!

But why do we easily accept certain processes, but then with others we lend a critical eye. You might have been there, like me, walking into a new location or company with a set of fresh eyes and seeing processes that seem ancient, and all of the sudden you see all the ways to do them better. In my friends’ comments I started seeing that sometimes this is more of a rebellion of sorts, rather than one of growth.

In looking at travel and eventually overseas living again, I’ve been forced to think through my own personal comforts that I’ve grown to enjoy. During a recent trip, I was reminded of the great gift of electricity as well as ear plugs. The first morning when returning back to my room from the shared bathroom area, I was surprised to notice that the electricity was out. Thankfully the sun sets and rises like clockwork there, so there was plenty of light to dress and prepare for the day. The earplugs, on the other hand didn’t always do the job of blocking out the competing religious leaders in the wee hours of the morning, as they sang out their calls for prayer or reminders to their constituents of who they were to follow. This experience was a wonderful blessing of reminder for me. That though many comforts we often take for granted here in the west, are a gift in other parts of the world.

A few years ago, when I was living overseas in Turkey, my then roommate talked about setting a goal that year to read 100 books. I was amazed at her determination in the task, because truthfully due to working a full time job for the previous 12 years I often didn’t feel like I had much time to read more books than just a few in the year. But her diligence sparked an interest in me, and so began my efforts to read 50 that next year, including a few we read together with some friends. This challenge really helped, when I launched back into the world of academia in 2018, after being out of it for over 18 years. One of the books I ended up reading last year, was Chip Gaines’ book, Capital Gaines : Smart Things I Learned Doing Stupid Stuff, and he talks a bit about comfort and how we can be challenged to not become complacent in these. “Unfortunately, I think most of us have become subconsciously obsessed with safety and comfort, & make our choices accordingly. The problem with that is this, NOTHING worthwhile ever comes easy. So behind almost every one of these decisions we make is an even bigger decision, the compass that determines the direction of our lives. Do I want a safe comfortable and easy life, or do I want my days to matter?”

I’m sure at this point, if you’ve made it this far in the post, that might be thinking maybe I’m rambling a bit…but I promise I’m going to bring it all back soon. In the moments of reading challenging words or hearing them from friends, what we do with them is really what matters. Though being an extravert, I have noticed recently when in the presence of others extraverted, I used to fight to have a voice; but this time in Ethiopia found me not doing that so much. Reflecting back on that now, I find that there was so much wisdom to glean from these that were sharing, and that there were times to add to the discussion and other times to affirm the words they were sharing in the narrative. Was this my way of embracing the processes put before me, or was this just jetlag, or maybe wisdom? Well, honestly, I think only time will tell. But I hope as I continue down my reading lists, relationship building moments, the check lists given to me of process to do’s, as well as adventurous journeys in overseas life; I hope that I approach it all with more grace than the day before in order to reflect God’s character more and more.

Before I sign off for now, I wanted to share a little update on the current journey of that TRUE NORTH. As I continue in a process that hopefully leads me back landed earlier today, and have already made several new friends along the way, and as some have shared their stories of God’s provision for them during the storm. Going forward, I’ll be jumping in with all I have to learn all I can, in effort to be a help to those in needs here on the islands. I am very excited about this opportunity to serve in this way, and especially because I have some friends who were hit really hard during this storm.  The efforts of studying hard this past year in graduate school will hopefully be applied to this position, and I’m grateful for that gifts as well.

If you have strengths and insights how to maneuver successfully in processes that are a little challenging, I hope you’ll share them here…so others (LIKE ME) can learn and do better at this!