Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika

Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika 
Malupnakanyisw udumo lwayo 
Yizwa imthandazo yethu 
nkosi sikelela 
Thina lusapho lwayo 

this is my last post in Africa and what a journey it has been. i'm not the same girl that left five months ago. something has been awakened. its bittersweet. to know that i am leaving and coming yet still there are no words for the way this heart will feel upon arrival. heres to south africa for breaking me and building me. to the hidden and reveled. to you and me. and to her, Mama Africa 

God bless Africa 
May her spirit rise up
Hear our prayers 
God bless us. 
We your children.

happiness in all its colors

in the wide open air. its opener there. 
dancing nights away with the girls
love. love. abdul-raheem. 

walking the streets of stellenbosch
what john cristiani captures. 

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

perfect day...

kayamandi pre-primary 
sheeps head

kids at kayamandi

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

obama for your momma

our president elect is pretty much amazing. 

im looking foward to the next four years.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

catch and release...

Again, the past couple of days have been unreal. I’ve gotten a chance to talk to friends from back home, family and friends who also decided to study around the world. I said goodbye to friends going home early.  I’ve made new friends with less than twenty days left here. It’s unbelievable. The other international students (dutch, german, etc.) have been walking around with little ‘autograph’ books for everyone to sign. So of course I also jumped on the bandwagon with my own little going away book haha. I’m waiting to read it when I get home… It’s so strange. To feel that there are so many and yet so few days left here. I find myself flowing between people and places, photographing the reverberating melody of sounds and recording a symphony of pictures. A wine glass from our first wine festival. A bracelet from the garden route. A rock from Cederburg. I have yet to have a day when my I’m not holding my sides from laughing or singing at the top of my lungs to the songs of goodbye’s and see-ya-laters. I’ve met movement makers and soul shakers and all along I’ve been scared I wouldn’t be able to keep them all. The reality, as we come closer and closer to leaving, that no, I can’t keep them, is both crushing and comforting. It’s kind of like the first time you jump in the pool, all the water rushes around you, everything outside is muted and for a moment all you hear is the sound of water until you hit the bottom, push up and break the surface again. Above surface, for a few seconds, everything hits with a different vibration and a new intensity. That’s what it feels like and through it all whether it's 20 days or a few hours I'm praising God.  For the significant and insignificant. For the ability to catch and release. For this and that and all of it.  

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else. 

--Ralph Waldo Emerson