tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74769363510723105802024-03-05T04:35:57.300-08:00Bits and PiecesJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-35688890343917568932008-11-18T04:00:00.000-08:002008-11-18T06:29:29.319-08:00Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Nkosi sikelel' iAfrika <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Malupnakanyisw udumo lwayo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Yizwa imthandazo yethu </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">nkosi sikelela </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Thina lusapho lwayo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">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 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">God bless Africa </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">May her spirit rise up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Hear our prayers </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">God bless us. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">We your children.</span></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-4849267822561142202008-11-18T03:11:00.000-08:002008-11-18T06:07:35.508-08:00happiness in all its colors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_xiQsTtKeVnyKAGg65D_lFcr1_jxnRDJt8QU_99gQKO-fLz547xg7ZXJkuqm5ax362LJjXxY4vwWfzdi7SZCAPo3Yd3RihIDyUej_mz6cLEpEgBRNzcWcnD41iLlSO-6CO7BnQtx3ndJ/s1600-h/IMG_9371.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_xiQsTtKeVnyKAGg65D_lFcr1_jxnRDJt8QU_99gQKO-fLz547xg7ZXJkuqm5ax362LJjXxY4vwWfzdi7SZCAPo3Yd3RihIDyUej_mz6cLEpEgBRNzcWcnD41iLlSO-6CO7BnQtx3ndJ/s320/IMG_9371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269965669783212034" /></a>in the wide open air. its opener there. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOxOXluWksIRdBi2k_LV14ibcAbUHZo8OtY_2EUXhFqqWibOdL6VWXov2mzvXffTRuYG0tueCxdNjSIdNAOVziDQ7kBavcTEGzPkwtpjuvMc5kXQet_ZIgUawQYgFyd0IrHZwF9Ckkckn/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOxOXluWksIRdBi2k_LV14ibcAbUHZo8OtY_2EUXhFqqWibOdL6VWXov2mzvXffTRuYG0tueCxdNjSIdNAOVziDQ7kBavcTEGzPkwtpjuvMc5kXQet_ZIgUawQYgFyd0IrHZwF9Ckkckn/s320/IMG_1309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269965664075104146" /></a>dancing nights away with the girls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlfZhT_n7hp0iSD4sB3QCDINzDP_FpJ57sbVNXkLu48fFuvsRH7QKAfN2g6LXSTeoD1rUljOnJ5l69jy-kuvvoTFLNKNpnBnNnSWJUvgclHn9J87T8NDsMeoc07HIVeiX_dBq-2IkZqlU/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlfZhT_n7hp0iSD4sB3QCDINzDP_FpJ57sbVNXkLu48fFuvsRH7QKAfN2g6LXSTeoD1rUljOnJ5l69jy-kuvvoTFLNKNpnBnNnSWJUvgclHn9J87T8NDsMeoc07HIVeiX_dBq-2IkZqlU/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269964161946756338" /></a>love. love. abdul-raheem. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvt1HbOhVVGh_cOoHnwlHcoXNx-1mYiuObxYrDjeEo31aAi63BprSrrnkKZKpXYjWlPyfX10al1_Kp-fMYD8VQ2DTmIe020duPssbq6krcxlZskm-E5BvqL3LEiCe5OEDLNvQqC2cnHFuu/s1600-h/CIMG0117.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxGN86Xl53G0P9G7clShf4A5uA7FZ3mVa8fKirFMPcbhS1lI-IGGc2H8wqY7piL-3GwJ2rqdBl6Nj-t40-e4uvK3RRUvFzfYUPwUxkW57WAVKDlWhB7ysYgpFfcH2YWalJxX5w7YMCFE1/s1600-h/100_0103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOxGN86Xl53G0P9G7clShf4A5uA7FZ3mVa8fKirFMPcbhS1lI-IGGc2H8wqY7piL-3GwJ2rqdBl6Nj-t40-e4uvK3RRUvFzfYUPwUxkW57WAVKDlWhB7ysYgpFfcH2YWalJxX5w7YMCFE1/s320/100_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269964146622076146" /></a>walking the streets of stellenbosch<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPeE4B-ax0Ek5XxYxlpuvaJoUXbcVvkmWBytjgL_mK9hCWiqC-TgIi2ugARLUoZo93aavZimYGJ7W4reXZUt4qhV3EMAkjL3gl4XtzUVLEIM5fWIEP3kp7WdiLtEnUmO18KL8wybh0Qm1/s1600-h/n21001067_37769808_2501.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPeE4B-ax0Ek5XxYxlpuvaJoUXbcVvkmWBytjgL_mK9hCWiqC-TgIi2ugARLUoZo93aavZimYGJ7W4reXZUt4qhV3EMAkjL3gl4XtzUVLEIM5fWIEP3kp7WdiLtEnUmO18KL8wybh0Qm1/s320/n21001067_37769808_2501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269964144705145250" /></a>what john cristiani captures. <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-33787318648465438702008-11-11T04:45:00.000-08:002008-11-11T05:08:17.181-08:00perfect day...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqha2jaMaZrbMCbKhhJZ8NhuQYsK_AGbshXufUop6GNpe310WkGpPhG7z0Z3s42RJCuA7zZz0Zl6VQOBjSXtZiIco8wc_ywaLffpJJKIwIDCYJajoutscYAJ3l93tUddCfMtwIErEhpJo/s1600-h/n1086150001_31072_2018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqha2jaMaZrbMCbKhhJZ8NhuQYsK_AGbshXufUop6GNpe310WkGpPhG7z0Z3s42RJCuA7zZz0Zl6VQOBjSXtZiIco8wc_ywaLffpJJKIwIDCYJajoutscYAJ3l93tUddCfMtwIErEhpJo/s320/n1086150001_31072_2018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267383662569098098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">kayamandi pre-primary </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpYlQtWl4HwH-q187RMv5bEU_ved9eJqlE3WY5FWPCOG2ULzCIMUzgkqGYKcfaGkzbVdWPo8WJbE8_hH07iT5C37m-8zjraprFPbqJhcuefeySnwWxtmMb8yEgu0fMcKnARvSADFQ4tO1/s1600-h/n44902326_31237123_5645.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpYlQtWl4HwH-q187RMv5bEU_ved9eJqlE3WY5FWPCOG2ULzCIMUzgkqGYKcfaGkzbVdWPo8WJbE8_hH07iT5C37m-8zjraprFPbqJhcuefeySnwWxtmMb8yEgu0fMcKnARvSADFQ4tO1/s320/n44902326_31237123_5645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381561387376642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">sheeps head</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUoyRvaCaKX5GSMy8129zCndjFQQRqACbEV1ef1v6SS513gRQ3WS1h9wSy_Dg3BtB33L8eo4vI2KfXeLU0yic5mQ18xFEsOmpeXzSP6_P-f3zeDafzYolRxERo4_8AwgrEFeRcRhT_08n/s1600-h/n1086150001_31075_8088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAUoyRvaCaKX5GSMy8129zCndjFQQRqACbEV1ef1v6SS513gRQ3WS1h9wSy_Dg3BtB33L8eo4vI2KfXeLU0yic5mQ18xFEsOmpeXzSP6_P-f3zeDafzYolRxERo4_8AwgrEFeRcRhT_08n/s320/n1086150001_31075_8088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267381555565290370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">kids at kayamandi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-33735421674274903672008-11-05T02:15:00.001-08:002008-11-11T04:44:29.298-08:00obama for your momma<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">our president elect is pretty much amazing. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">im looking foward to the next four years.</span></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-49445519053065591682008-11-04T08:35:00.000-08:002008-11-04T08:55:31.743-08:00catch and release...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">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.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">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. </span><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;">For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;">--Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 10, 98); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoteLevel1" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 10, 98); font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(135, 24, 14); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(135, 24, 14); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-72700431177444441002008-10-31T06:37:00.000-07:002008-11-04T09:01:59.623-08:00how about me enjoying the moment for once...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you India.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you terror<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you disillusionment<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you frailty.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you consequence.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you, thank you silence.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(driving back to Stellie)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierJfddblicFGF3XwhZEsVbONAlex8b5D2tb9VteCosBXqpiSPG5BAZ6QhBnMvCwDG8vzqBbk1N8hOn_RQoxB98R9cZzcV6E2gcJgVEqSRQukLTTJ2J31fwd864W1sVJmn8plyFx_SAHUQ/s1600-h/n1304370067_30243506_9287.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEierJfddblicFGF3XwhZEsVbONAlex8b5D2tb9VteCosBXqpiSPG5BAZ6QhBnMvCwDG8vzqBbk1N8hOn_RQoxB98R9cZzcV6E2gcJgVEqSRQukLTTJ2J31fwd864W1sVJmn8plyFx_SAHUQ/s320/n1304370067_30243506_9287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263314215671338562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Athule, Portia and Boniswa at the playground)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwS3WI5vu5-AAGWQJeIvceSVWacW0oBHmLOJUlMIN4olDQUfLpGy-76lLJigRuu26WQsNewTw7_QM52nGjGLD7gSTbQAJQfNoMs9XosxAa5hFMqacXTpc4NCmiv8oby5H5rUUt6tml0e4/s1600-h/n44902326_31237567_7475.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwS3WI5vu5-AAGWQJeIvceSVWacW0oBHmLOJUlMIN4olDQUfLpGy-76lLJigRuu26WQsNewTw7_QM52nGjGLD7gSTbQAJQfNoMs9XosxAa5hFMqacXTpc4NCmiv8oby5H5rUUt6tml0e4/s320/n44902326_31237567_7475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263314210588550818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(sunset on the winefarm)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTiy5eoizKCoybJNAfRhlE7VaZG24p0KiaK2b6bBaXY3Q9Nfj3xbKGkIHyapq96iqZMg4PeOj1ej8EM_yqV4PG20DxwpbU49ZGQSMybOBr2FsWkX2wbEGvbjjNLSS4L7NrF1CYD7S_DBs/s1600-h/n1086150001_30777_5602.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTiy5eoizKCoybJNAfRhlE7VaZG24p0KiaK2b6bBaXY3Q9Nfj3xbKGkIHyapq96iqZMg4PeOj1ej8EM_yqV4PG20DxwpbU49ZGQSMybOBr2FsWkX2wbEGvbjjNLSS4L7NrF1CYD7S_DBs/s320/n1086150001_30777_5602.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263314204659736626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(playing at the beach in Sommerset West)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOb0IyMjE-q5IXqnpHdOk8AnVQ1UutKoHuRYj45ujkhWUssGBebCtxBNXcnMShHgKe5T4hzYpuKGh6lgEwnprnAitZveMQZpJqOWenzgUOx2L7oX7t1p82BOS3rLBHoJjjLqlXl5vrdRL3/s1600-h/n502422665_1095555_2051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOb0IyMjE-q5IXqnpHdOk8AnVQ1UutKoHuRYj45ujkhWUssGBebCtxBNXcnMShHgKe5T4hzYpuKGh6lgEwnprnAitZveMQZpJqOWenzgUOx2L7oX7t1p82BOS3rLBHoJjjLqlXl5vrdRL3/s320/n502422665_1095555_2051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263314205310193266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Athule, Christina, and Noluvo at Kayamandi)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgKYhje9JHLQtL2BxSqN1pB1ohjv6kXoEjY19rvxEhpUWYviadnzr3okdlt8E-2F0q6aWJyV6r7UJ3K3hS_lMZMQSIRBBwOaCOPcIZY_tZR8hLPGyFBIDqoXTeSrGbCDbLJTvq06eqGo8/s1600-h/CIMG0606.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBgKYhje9JHLQtL2BxSqN1pB1ohjv6kXoEjY19rvxEhpUWYviadnzr3okdlt8E-2F0q6aWJyV6r7UJ3K3hS_lMZMQSIRBBwOaCOPcIZY_tZR8hLPGyFBIDqoXTeSrGbCDbLJTvq06eqGo8/s320/CIMG0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263312887591520226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(the sixth graders and their tutors)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQeNrXOD6sCyJ-pq_e5n6iD023HZWABYdHrRn3DKAWrY1E8SU1o-H_Lj5ESobJ6O-wU0dzsFm1YemccmLN4cQeatn7ayQ7QivBFDVoYtLB1dNRj05g7a4ZrRb_NR21kw7NEUGSafJCkUr/s1600-h/CIMG0610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipQeNrXOD6sCyJ-pq_e5n6iD023HZWABYdHrRn3DKAWrY1E8SU1o-H_Lj5ESobJ6O-wU0dzsFm1YemccmLN4cQeatn7ayQ7QivBFDVoYtLB1dNRj05g7a4ZrRb_NR21kw7NEUGSafJCkUr/s320/CIMG0610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263312885892460050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(actvity time: Kayamandi)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IQ9xrxuaK9CWrCSOd0MkZgx85f7Hq5yKvN6yhMpnLGqB31TIItYJKdw_P11v69IaU1g-1wmDzSpeZy7ah03W_07wR_yXii1G1tOif08eT4oQPWQFiQaxgI6egEvsDhE22ZJNF2USZie5/s1600-h/CIMG0612.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IQ9xrxuaK9CWrCSOd0MkZgx85f7Hq5yKvN6yhMpnLGqB31TIItYJKdw_P11v69IaU1g-1wmDzSpeZy7ah03W_07wR_yXii1G1tOif08eT4oQPWQFiQaxgI6egEvsDhE22ZJNF2USZie5/s320/CIMG0612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263312884279149634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(art)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eL-0MxR_3kccQA0I109hY1NKxrYGzZCR5F0NnZY3kkfjZkoK4D3a-0tnBr2YMo3C5BenrfUNBHf6icIgm3iocDDpoSJiF7fKE3L6fJJO-QRvbEjAe-JXHqXVogjA48PceytVEbjGd9o1/s1600-h/CIMG0628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eL-0MxR_3kccQA0I109hY1NKxrYGzZCR5F0NnZY3kkfjZkoK4D3a-0tnBr2YMo3C5BenrfUNBHf6icIgm3iocDDpoSJiF7fKE3L6fJJO-QRvbEjAe-JXHqXVogjA48PceytVEbjGd9o1/s320/CIMG0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263312875709843554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you Africa.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you Providence.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you disillusionment<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you nothingness.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you clarity<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">thank you, thank you silence.</span></span><br /></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-54326572325845885662008-10-31T06:01:00.000-07:002008-10-31T06:34:42.612-07:00bits and pieces.......from the past two weeks. I seem to have fallen in love with lists. but i don't think i'm going about it in the right way....<div><br /></div><div>-im done with school! </div><div>-but no one else seems to be</div><div>-so im left to my devices</div><div>-which is DEFINITELY not a good thing</div><div>-I got a postcard from Courtney </div><div>-she's in spain</div><div>-i took several yearbook pictures </div><div>-from three different decades.</div><div>-i used these as my profile pics </div><div>-i drank way way way to much juice. </div><div>-i liked it</div><div>-my housemate bought 4 puppies</div><div>-i've been educating them in the ways of the world </div><div>-this is a problem because i have a 5 second attention span</div><div>-so do they </div><div>-i voted. </div><div>-my moms birthday was on wednesday! </div><div>-i love my mom. </div><div>-speaking of love</div><div>-i've recently discovered the joys of trance, techno, and house music</div><div>-i enjoy blasting these at various hours of the day. </div><div>-i love the Dutch</div><div>-and the Finnish </div><div>-and most everyone else as well </div><div>-i'm almost home</div><div>-thats weird </div><div>-i might or might not have a sunburn </div><div>-i cant tell </div><div>-but it feels like it</div><div>-and it hurts. </div><div>-i attempted to construct a schedule for next semester</div><div>-went for a bike ride instead </div><div>-not my fault</div><div>-it was a nice day</div><div>-wrote a poem</div><div>-puppy ate it </div><div>-i fell up some stairs</div><div>-because im oh.so. graceful. </div><div>-ate an entire jar of nutella. </div><div>-it was delicious. </div><div>-took alot of strange pictures. </div><div>-i liked those too. </div><div>-woke up at six am</div><div>-immediatly fell back to sleep.</div><div>-four hours later. </div><div>-danced my little heart out</div><div>-every night.</div><div>-talked to my advisors. </div><div>-very very fun people :) </div><div>-dressed up in 80s clothes</div><div>-rocked out in the living room</div><div>-been very very constructive </div><div>-in that i've readjusted my room no lesss than five times now. </div><div><br /></div><div>i think that pretty much covers the important things. post some pictures soon! </div><div><br /></div><div>as always </div><div><br /></div><div>peace. love. grace</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-81035144573271539492008-10-26T05:52:00.000-07:002008-10-26T07:00:48.317-07:00reflection: from the inside out.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I came here expecting to be strengthened, to be driven. Instead I have been broken, I've wandered, I have been stretched, examined and through it all I have been carried by Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine. Last week was my last week with the kids at Kayamandi. All semester we haven't been able to take pictures of the kids and last week was our first and last time to do it. Looking back I can remember being surprised and even a little frustrated about not being able to bring my camera, not being able to capture but reflecting I can see how it allowed me to really focus on the moment. To capture hearts and laughter and memories, to burn these children in my spirit, something my camera would never be able to do. Last friday was our last dinner with my program and in the middle of sixty something plus people, I discovered community. Standing in the middle of a group that five months ago were complete strangers. People that have become friends and fellow travelers in our journey this strange and beautiful land. South Africa, I've discovered is an interesting teacher. The landscape has a way of lodging itself into the mind in such a way that forever ruins you for any other terrain. This country, this continent once you allow it to touch you, brands you, and you are never the same. SA is unconventional and uncomfortable and I think that in that unconventional, in that uncomfortable is where I have grown the most, where my mind and heart have expanded. I think back to my first month here, the excitement, the energy (the cold). I remember the middle months the anger, the confusion, the homesickness and i think of now. The growth, the lessons, the warmth. I've looked at letters from friends and family, emails, packages (even a visit!), the prayers, the words of encouragement slipped into my moments of hopelessness, my moments of emptiness . I've sought and found all sorts of treasures through a different pair of eyes. I have walked in shoes that have left me blistered. I have walked barefoot. I have seen this space and I have become it. These are the things that have lifted me that have encouraged me. Friends how faithful is our God. I am where and who I am today because of him. For he himself is our peace and I can now testify to that peace. It brought me here, it has carried me and comforted me. It has revived me. And this friends, is where my joy has been hidden. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"For though I am absent from you in body, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am present with you in spirit and delight to see how orderly you are</div><div style="text-align: center;"> and how firm your faith in Christ is."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">as always. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">peace. love. grace.</div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-19410895551519680332008-10-15T02:59:00.000-07:002008-11-04T09:05:24.934-08:00sunshine sunshine everywhere!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfieW4PdNvY9Ype83TNeEPcLhoYLJl7oKgulEQZAw3dZoC434DreAewAkxgmarEb1FKsx9j407RQIHK_P4uER3oo8qMpjWTn3e0svuezjxYSvA2M21ZTBVB9TNFzXWoJ1JE7ictqx7si9n/s1600-h/IMG_0785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfieW4PdNvY9Ype83TNeEPcLhoYLJl7oKgulEQZAw3dZoC434DreAewAkxgmarEb1FKsx9j407RQIHK_P4uER3oo8qMpjWTn3e0svuezjxYSvA2M21ZTBVB9TNFzXWoJ1JE7ictqx7si9n/s320/IMG_0785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257320654869908530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Man at the Hermanus Whale Festival</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8whZ-Amu0mzqopGnqcXk0N9VrqL7Ef3etIx-YJjN12IbEdLFCm578Zc0-gZY-xCJby70g0c6E_SwdrL20PvGUOYV0_qS4ct6a530d6YhhGFLuW5Mva0gjTSUr1t16LtQBl2LNgjyIsXl/s1600-h/IMG_0521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8whZ-Amu0mzqopGnqcXk0N9VrqL7Ef3etIx-YJjN12IbEdLFCm578Zc0-gZY-xCJby70g0c6E_SwdrL20PvGUOYV0_qS4ct6a530d6YhhGFLuW5Mva0gjTSUr1t16LtQBl2LNgjyIsXl/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257320656755709922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kids at the Judah Square Settlement</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRCd1Xc8PTiL5nBZc5x85qU2zPUKir8pSuK4w1DFre48AK0a3JdrSJ_vSSYooIdHaVdqJzfyKw3ds_X_pIwTRxc7EG0PZilfJbrJC0884bJqawFXRdF1-m5Rp-Cwe18mrqBSFZ-NpQxnU/s1600-h/IMG_9914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRCd1Xc8PTiL5nBZc5x85qU2zPUKir8pSuK4w1DFre48AK0a3JdrSJ_vSSYooIdHaVdqJzfyKw3ds_X_pIwTRxc7EG0PZilfJbrJC0884bJqawFXRdF1-m5Rp-Cwe18mrqBSFZ-NpQxnU/s320/IMG_9914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257320662054350194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">View down the street</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1u70QuBf4MTqcEVUyubbd0IS94AcaTHmm8MDoaujnvjnIYee2EcHBqKNAyRCoz87aUxXeJIw9nXSNiifb13O7p2spw4cBDUXF7bl2jtKD8iBOgUaYzGa8ZC_pQoSu7q_UkE1rqnY4sHq/s1600-h/IMG_9886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih1u70QuBf4MTqcEVUyubbd0IS94AcaTHmm8MDoaujnvjnIYee2EcHBqKNAyRCoz87aUxXeJIw9nXSNiifb13O7p2spw4cBDUXF7bl2jtKD8iBOgUaYzGa8ZC_pQoSu7q_UkE1rqnY4sHq/s320/IMG_9886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257320667031393570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Biscuits: our dysfunctional cat</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfUMo-w1wlRuMRtXxI95y2gERJGoiR_Jl7mXUg7_bv6CJJwWU6p7Q7s5GfGDD5DDUKV7m3EEc8V4PrxEoPvRDWM_xVHYovsmELt8NtYOPEfxOIYnJY58cmsZeDfrvZS3YYpB7s-M_5Zaw/s1600-h/IMG_9293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfUMo-w1wlRuMRtXxI95y2gERJGoiR_Jl7mXUg7_bv6CJJwWU6p7Q7s5GfGDD5DDUKV7m3EEc8V4PrxEoPvRDWM_xVHYovsmELt8NtYOPEfxOIYnJY58cmsZeDfrvZS3YYpB7s-M_5Zaw/s320/IMG_9293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257319658265032050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">abdul at the beach</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkotLvZep_DISkZqLE0KMBd14lu28Acpk0onHU_uG_1uGXay3-pWiVOWLnfYe89hv22s1NA8_zqrwswphmhJ75uzpRV9O0Q47dhcSrZKLDLbGTgJGZqMXWkEyRQ3y1XnyTEt4fj-Ye8ZEl/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkotLvZep_DISkZqLE0KMBd14lu28Acpk0onHU_uG_1uGXay3-pWiVOWLnfYe89hv22s1NA8_zqrwswphmhJ75uzpRV9O0Q47dhcSrZKLDLbGTgJGZqMXWkEyRQ3y1XnyTEt4fj-Ye8ZEl/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257319670372568530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">jace at J-Bay</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAix0w8eN7JdFaFtRaPTiIUApOlAk3kKLiIhjAxHby-x8k0cLVrhcfkOaY21EJacfXCZpNQoNMD_vzexndSGULonXp3WvPP-GVayBmZALNegRxylnojCRgM1aOZumvK6eu66oEXCd48KWo/s1600-h/IMG_9347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAix0w8eN7JdFaFtRaPTiIUApOlAk3kKLiIhjAxHby-x8k0cLVrhcfkOaY21EJacfXCZpNQoNMD_vzexndSGULonXp3WvPP-GVayBmZALNegRxylnojCRgM1aOZumvK6eu66oEXCd48KWo/s320/IMG_9347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257321325963933714" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">abby and me<br /></div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-35647359932229298642008-10-12T15:13:00.001-07:002008-10-12T15:36:04.385-07:00all we are...we are.I know its been awhile. I know I should have some good stories or at the least a good excuse. Sorry. I have neither. I have nothing to describe the moments, the sheer amount of life I've experienced in the last couple of weeks. Desmond Tutu, Catrin, Bobby. October. I haven't had the time to write any of it simply because I've been experiencing it and now I'm still left spinning in the afterglow. Where do I start, what to say-how do I show you the brilliant blue skies and everything that's been growing inside, filling up until there's nowhere else to flow but out. A little less that six weeks and this little heart will be on a flight back across the world. Sorrow mingles with joy mingles with sorrow mingles with joy in this house of cards and I am alive friends. I cannot resist, not today, I am alive. <div><br /></div><div>-midnight conversations under a beautiful summer moon </div><div>-car rides into the unknown if only for a few hours </div><div>-dancing out frustrations, confusions, and mistakes </div><div>-laughter that echoes long after the sound has passed </div><div>-excitement that renders me speechless </div><div>-beauty mad complete in the knowledge of its Creator </div><div>-being reminded of who I am and finding so. much. more (thank you katrina) </div><div><br /></div><div>four seasons and this ones already changing. life continues. I'm still meeting people. still being changed and I breathe. Inhaling and exhaling places and experiences, expectations, memories, disappointments discoveries. I have fallen, crawled and been lifted into grace. Friends, these are my words, this is what I bring to the table... </div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ever</span>y good and perfect gift is from above" </div><div><br /></div><div>peace. love grace. </div>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-41686262855125035562008-09-17T03:03:00.000-07:002008-10-12T15:34:31.877-07:00monkeys, cheetahs, and rastaswell my dear faithful followers, i failed to inform you that i would be gone, touring the eastern cape on what is widely known as (drumbeat).... "THE GARDEN ROUTE". For that i apologize. South Africa is now entering what it calls spring, i know, i know, It seems a little backwards to be having spring break in september... but call it what you will, a break is a break. Anyway, i kept a very accurate journal on my little five day safari and i thought i would entertain you all a bit with a look back into spring break south africa part un.....<br /><br />Day One (saturday Sept. 6th)<br /><br />no one should ever have to see what 4 am looks like. ever. its just cruel. somehow, by the grace of God, i managed to drag myself out of bed and into the van with my fellow housemates to join the other 9 vans and 52 passengers. for the first time since the shotgun rule was declared, people were fighting for back seats and since no one is coherent at that God-forsaken time, we all looked and sounded like caveman fighting for fresh kill. Thirty minutes and twenty coffees later found our happy little caravan heading through the country, with only the occasional snore and grumble to distract us.<br /><br />*sidenote* if you ever are able to travel to south africa, please PLEASE travel the country side. it is absolutely breathtaking. Lord of the Rings, Narnia, any of these, SA puts to shame.<br /><br />so our first stop five hours later is at an ostrich farm. now this might come as a surprise but these birds although stupid are DANGEROUS. they tear a whole in you with their talon and then stomp you to death. after this little introduction its no surprise that the guide got a million hands up when he asked for volunteers to ride the ostrich. i looked around at grown men and women squirming in their seats hands straining in the air, little prayers being uttered from lips and thought these people are crazy. i for one know my mother would not appreciate a letter telling her that her only daughter had died from an ostrich attack. i mean really? there has to be better ways to go. so no i did not ride the ostrich. i did not pass go. i did not collect 200 dollars. but i did enjoy watching as people fell off the ostrich.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQKOvc0mrNzEbshRa90IEewfJx5E45Pl65fvOeXJnOtsoUSXkOpTFrhGl49HiJp9-M0xbEUUwEcfl8prfQbyUhuFCWkdHsiFfHr7IDa4wuztv5_4Rivk6VclpbZS1xN6596VvotKRB3lg/s1600-h/372398555_tQTN3-M.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQKOvc0mrNzEbshRa90IEewfJx5E45Pl65fvOeXJnOtsoUSXkOpTFrhGl49HiJp9-M0xbEUUwEcfl8prfQbyUhuFCWkdHsiFfHr7IDa4wuztv5_4Rivk6VclpbZS1xN6596VvotKRB3lg/s320/372398555_tQTN3-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248800418428263522" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">THE FACE OF STUPIDITY. </span><br /></div></span></span><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDahqsSLppZ60MaR0F3szbeKdpgjuzOyr-uOXsue_xJv-_mMAccVrDoRyZH4xc3CyKM9sfS9mDufAmhPcsK50JTEA8KC8a2Ubrxt6TvKCzR2QcZ79o7b0g3E1TVhBrZU2c7qV51d9lO_U/s1600-h/372366407_n5CYW-M.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDahqsSLppZ60MaR0F3szbeKdpgjuzOyr-uOXsue_xJv-_mMAccVrDoRyZH4xc3CyKM9sfS9mDufAmhPcsK50JTEA8KC8a2Ubrxt6TvKCzR2QcZ79o7b0g3E1TVhBrZU2c7qV51d9lO_U/s320/372366407_n5CYW-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248799654502226482" /></a><br /><br />we left the ostrich farm and headed to the cango caves. ooooooo. these things are massive. huge. pictures dont do it justice. being the responsible child i am i of course took the adventure route. this is where you get to crawl through little holes and openings in the caves to get to elaborate inner chambers. i mean ostrich's are dangerous a 1ft by 15 inch opening in an underground ancient cave is nothing. so off i went!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gC_C51E-ibVjCgxT76kTZo3mfldjO4oYa00ZT1T2Uj9P1mNwKCU07w3sjHKK7t6SDSnzULVeEgTwmM2fXXDLLOGQtqzaKxHRlHC4nuHoptna3YX5n6_vbjEi9E6j3k3EiisjluAIyPB-/s1600-h/100_0647.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gC_C51E-ibVjCgxT76kTZo3mfldjO4oYa00ZT1T2Uj9P1mNwKCU07w3sjHKK7t6SDSnzULVeEgTwmM2fXXDLLOGQtqzaKxHRlHC4nuHoptna3YX5n6_vbjEi9E6j3k3EiisjluAIyPB-/s320/100_0647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248791483696415682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrDOAtpjKepzQRpWBUv7AEjONJo65wbuuAQAXMFv37Nx6bf88AdOupZ-NwnuZTMb_5oN-XrCeXeN9WaXgF-eotsjWFgT1_aNlZKv8ytetIJqBuhkmTo-jyX171ADPwJ5EZrtMXT9DykzJ/s1600-h/n21312754_34756702_6691.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWrDOAtpjKepzQRpWBUv7AEjONJo65wbuuAQAXMFv37Nx6bf88AdOupZ-NwnuZTMb_5oN-XrCeXeN9WaXgF-eotsjWFgT1_aNlZKv8ytetIJqBuhkmTo-jyX171ADPwJ5EZrtMXT9DykzJ/s320/n21312754_34756702_6691.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246937995500724946" /></a><br /><br />Day two<br /><br />we spent the day at the beach. chilling out maxing relaxing. since South Africa does not believe in opening anything on sundays this is what we spent the majority of the morning doing. The afternoon found us antsy, restless, and bloodthirsty. the leader of our group had promised us a surprise and we wanted it NOW! so once again we piled into the vans and headed off into the jungle, literally, there was no road just a dirt path. and when we arrived i felt like we'd been dropped off at jurrasic park. if you dont believe me look for yourself.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowvtIhbnU5yJt-Yra_YQcxSJ-igOT79koxShHodweU6Ak4gaH8qNYYm-U3rl7qE5jm5oejJ_NfMkTCIO66li4Tj7RAGDgzOxHJMkCByhyphenhyphenxEZEbWtw7B9GJuOFbc13bI_M2yjs3i0x_Sst/s1600-h/100_0774.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowvtIhbnU5yJt-Yra_YQcxSJ-igOT79koxShHodweU6Ak4gaH8qNYYm-U3rl7qE5jm5oejJ_NfMkTCIO66li4Tj7RAGDgzOxHJMkCByhyphenhyphenxEZEbWtw7B9GJuOFbc13bI_M2yjs3i0x_Sst/s320/100_0774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246939949381176130" /></a><br /><br />but no it wasn't jurassic park. it was MONKEYLAND!!! chaos everywhere. monkeys over here. monkeys over there. monkeys in your faces. monkeys following you. me following the monkeys. monkeys above you. monkeys shoving food down their throats. big ones, small ones. slow ones. quick ones. there was a bridge we had to cross. talk about seeing indiana jones, I WAS indiana jones!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVH2C38auYhwqQSqWvhi-SyWiFQ4qdpz68oEpM1-TtciEhKFwXUCxr-bPq4S6of6mJi9za236HXg1zf8aKipwWgPzUzby2Gx2lVP0Ch7d47Z6gRgHhoH8xmefmSpEpfUoddQFugHOIDVA/s1600-h/100_0721.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijVH2C38auYhwqQSqWvhi-SyWiFQ4qdpz68oEpM1-TtciEhKFwXUCxr-bPq4S6of6mJi9za236HXg1zf8aKipwWgPzUzby2Gx2lVP0Ch7d47Z6gRgHhoH8xmefmSpEpfUoddQFugHOIDVA/s320/100_0721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941736536847458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNv0fbOs7UkjVZfgExTxea_iHGrvaTeBHbl3B5NMpAhU87JtQzEqGSoZF2rLC22rE9iAUjd9D8kiIMLkiPDzILWHjl5UdChUBdX8_Pgxj0cAmYhykyV2hG6E0OCTlH9E_nLZPAvN7wkTny/s1600-h/100_0720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNv0fbOs7UkjVZfgExTxea_iHGrvaTeBHbl3B5NMpAhU87JtQzEqGSoZF2rLC22rE9iAUjd9D8kiIMLkiPDzILWHjl5UdChUBdX8_Pgxj0cAmYhykyV2hG6E0OCTlH9E_nLZPAvN7wkTny/s320/100_0720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941738493404066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQIMc8CemqzcXGfai6bd0O27sls82WLOyJRmAb1o6ptilS9ZHQmQLBA9ilt_FL7zLW0VslYufeyRTYoxOvOSKJ35qVV6BhhSWbmvNnnVIRhwFCm8-EqJX4BI3P_nqQvy-L420JAkYnOot/s1600-h/100_0743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQIMc8CemqzcXGfai6bd0O27sls82WLOyJRmAb1o6ptilS9ZHQmQLBA9ilt_FL7zLW0VslYufeyRTYoxOvOSKJ35qVV6BhhSWbmvNnnVIRhwFCm8-EqJX4BI3P_nqQvy-L420JAkYnOot/s320/100_0743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941744995228178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVFoZjTrEW6vp6046BRe3SD2Fzizv1NlwLQbe0K2XTr3mgNkSdEu1IiOyp9d4mkp0P7GBeHke1xn-Ycv4i3y-K39_Ig19aZNzO1tDU7rwijsHcKbCndruaQ8oUCxHd1lT8ik82G_zj9xN/s1600-h/100_0746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVFoZjTrEW6vp6046BRe3SD2Fzizv1NlwLQbe0K2XTr3mgNkSdEu1IiOyp9d4mkp0P7GBeHke1xn-Ycv4i3y-K39_Ig19aZNzO1tDU7rwijsHcKbCndruaQ8oUCxHd1lT8ik82G_zj9xN/s320/100_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246941749563773010" /></a><br /><br />but it only gets better. i JAYDEN/LYNN/STRANGER was in an enclosing with adult cheetahs. (the baby cheetahs came later) now i know what your thinking. you wont ride/pet an ostrich but you not only get in with a cheetah you pet it?!! yes, yes there is no rhyme or reason to it and my mom will probably have a heart attack. i dont know how my brain works but there i was, face to face with the planets fastest animal. a dangerous carnivore. and the first words out of my mouth are "who's a pretty kitty!!!"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3_rVstSIhOBRxPKAU2AQFAxA32RmjBBZZ9RPrOPNtzWo5wrgqEEOSeArqttYDzNIozQahS9_jjrdZZJOqlO0w-ZYECAU3U5ihYG9dDNI0JRE7vuAzpwCW578mmNkIL9Hprpvo8if8e_S/s1600-h/100_0705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi3_rVstSIhOBRxPKAU2AQFAxA32RmjBBZZ9RPrOPNtzWo5wrgqEEOSeArqttYDzNIozQahS9_jjrdZZJOqlO0w-ZYECAU3U5ihYG9dDNI0JRE7vuAzpwCW578mmNkIL9Hprpvo8if8e_S/s320/100_0705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246944406122433538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGK4e5GfyEATzscXoJp2LGvZ6LktaXZRiFq-XTp_YAFolg7VjO6bjc_G28yNa9E2o8RNrOvxAwXVD4LfB2xt4TpF04lqPDFthXBURSD87I49kblVZP6HrvL-BELyE8zarJ9XXoF02w_Lq/s1600-h/100_0701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGK4e5GfyEATzscXoJp2LGvZ6LktaXZRiFq-XTp_YAFolg7VjO6bjc_G28yNa9E2o8RNrOvxAwXVD4LfB2xt4TpF04lqPDFthXBURSD87I49kblVZP6HrvL-BELyE8zarJ9XXoF02w_Lq/s320/100_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246944410814059106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYHXD2HKt4dkMsXt_7gHo0cnrOrjgwj1EBcF3olThhF-sBwdLfOL79931U5U2Bk0pWltIND06QmVf3e79uKOoIFAQFxEQOXu4vvrKKVg7t4s7CWpYULguQ7nbNYpwsUlF2P6XKv5-mj-Q/s1600-h/100_0713.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYYHXD2HKt4dkMsXt_7gHo0cnrOrjgwj1EBcF3olThhF-sBwdLfOL79931U5U2Bk0pWltIND06QmVf3e79uKOoIFAQFxEQOXu4vvrKKVg7t4s7CWpYULguQ7nbNYpwsUlF2P6XKv5-mj-Q/s320/100_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246944419144207890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uMN-xa3otz7gWEFMhdfOOpzaSRVgD21u_Gi1T0TDo4YwMckCC9h5R-6XAg_csCCUzEvH-bxeI77ppc7hhyphenhyphenm-4bzmfWXPrk9PtUbDsXBwkHdufY9BK6lGZh66uX5NfcoV0CfPOlibp1m1/s1600-h/100_0706.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_uMN-xa3otz7gWEFMhdfOOpzaSRVgD21u_Gi1T0TDo4YwMckCC9h5R-6XAg_csCCUzEvH-bxeI77ppc7hhyphenhyphenm-4bzmfWXPrk9PtUbDsXBwkHdufY9BK6lGZh66uX5NfcoV0CfPOlibp1m1/s320/100_0706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246944422942370034" /></a><br /><br />Day three<br /><br />nothing exciting. forty members of my group decided to bungee jump off the worlds highest bridge. the other half went tree canoping. me? i cheered on from a safe but exciting distance. Here's Zach, spiraling into the abyss. as you can see Jacques and Matthew are also looking on contemplating imminent death. watching is just as exciting as jumping- i did watch that fresh prince when hillary's fiancee died bungeeing thank you you very much. and all that for a crummy certificate....pshhhh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOR1kXiniYFjTC7-5XENxJt7nGfcY7XuhIYCx5PC2j995GzlU3S1UhaP8D1D5gl4WlgMwTK6frc0f60Ymg-_IZ0QGF_ovzj8DLyYC-WI9xUoyj9L17ReCjt2WtgE5j2wH0K4uQ9hnHbzM/s1600-h/373827916_DNqhR-M.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOR1kXiniYFjTC7-5XENxJt7nGfcY7XuhIYCx5PC2j995GzlU3S1UhaP8D1D5gl4WlgMwTK6frc0f60Ymg-_IZ0QGF_ovzj8DLyYC-WI9xUoyj9L17ReCjt2WtgE5j2wH0K4uQ9hnHbzM/s320/373827916_DNqhR-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248786269806991826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyteusMsl8zBiXSo-2DaveT_7WADx3bf-H1HTxGESiIzXbd_BmKLKtnINZwHwQbdORvGM0CP4tMcZvN0fmCmPGPjX-MXXdPftHtPFq6jZj2_0MSC0XU4qeTsasbzZZ5EgViJDOfgYOTZr/s1600-h/373825096_RTSpd-M.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyteusMsl8zBiXSo-2DaveT_7WADx3bf-H1HTxGESiIzXbd_BmKLKtnINZwHwQbdORvGM0CP4tMcZvN0fmCmPGPjX-MXXdPftHtPFq6jZj2_0MSC0XU4qeTsasbzZZ5EgViJDOfgYOTZr/s320/373825096_RTSpd-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248795979979926642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmBM2tQijcfxF3b_FEbqi9bJrr-xZwcSJsID5t5yIdaezVfLKaWJUmntO0XV_6X-gkPbLoEO4KXzUetXwoR-aOv9jSZVuk9Dq1faVeRBoB1cLSZWCd89lJ86os-aDpbO-jACxvoZ6jDHZ/s1600-h/373822394_CdoRr-M.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmBM2tQijcfxF3b_FEbqi9bJrr-xZwcSJsID5t5yIdaezVfLKaWJUmntO0XV_6X-gkPbLoEO4KXzUetXwoR-aOv9jSZVuk9Dq1faVeRBoB1cLSZWCd89lJ86os-aDpbO-jACxvoZ6jDHZ/s320/373822394_CdoRr-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248796581003007986" /></a><br /><br />Day four<br /><br />all you surfers out there. read it and weep. JBAY BABY!!!! surf legends have been born here. standards have been set. boards have been waxed. waves have been tested again and again and ill be the first to tell you that even in the off season Jeffery's Bay definitely lives up to par. being a firm believer in carpe diem, you can bet that i was on the water faster than you can say "kelly slater brahhhhhh."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJ5mWvWLK98stdE5YGJ1akLMxuDVmCA44X16xjeKqd3Eg97ppswxyUWRHM_BUJ7kZkOi71haZc2kQbcMsL7KiQy2iY4BxVaefRO34n_clMNQm4-L9gzjsCr-Zx3fVb8U6bldw-1d1LxT6/s1600-h/100_0803.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPJ5mWvWLK98stdE5YGJ1akLMxuDVmCA44X16xjeKqd3Eg97ppswxyUWRHM_BUJ7kZkOi71haZc2kQbcMsL7KiQy2iY4BxVaefRO34n_clMNQm4-L9gzjsCr-Zx3fVb8U6bldw-1d1LxT6/s320/100_0803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248788131648874914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ITrVcviWKZVx5GNHB0atbSuH1pU221fW6myvxSdDjzoRcp_5NYo1X-FXZvzgzoJi7qTcg5u53WcvLR-jtn4C3S3TKV_NBQdqTUuUNaHpY3xXFtF3xzEIzN-VQE7_T3e8Z09ZjDm5-APP/s1600-h/100_0794.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCqTomSusT2LvBbtr_3IZedY_llKld6iwgQgXkNuKuQuXLRTRTDc8o4YxPlR5hNEws05kfXFfOMeTmw6WqL_IcJL_o_CVrEbhHmFk4vDJBz4JbIenoizh7HRUacSxtLAyawKaTOssvFWK/s320/n209700048_30924822_963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248789145854949778" /></a><br /><br />Days five, six, seven.....<br /><br />Addo National Park Safari style and...the Rastafarian community-Judah Square. i wish i had words for you.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ON</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">E LO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">VE</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHtlp6neV5mDRsaYjMbz1fH2N8uC5xhviPyi0HnhrDCi6Rej0RJA790gtqblIWyoYmPycn0xpRjz5nd1pDVU7Rn-itxw6r9Nvkj0xH3jlSruzmrP5SdadsAdI6e0UcM8AA7I_QRKjvFL5/s1600-h/n308500002_63869_6441.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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The majority of us play to win in the sense that its not about retaining but memorizing enough to pass the test, class, etc. Several South African students I’ve met can recite to me material learned in Form 2 (sophomore year high school) and I can barely remember what my class schedule was last semester. This week has been a whirlwind of papers, deadlines and exams to write. The heat is on! Fourth term is right around the corner and I’ve had more than my share of panic attacks. My truth and reconciliation class will be death of me. In this class we read two books, watch a couple of films and reflect on what this country has gone through during apartheid, post apartheid and the influence of the TRC hearings. It is mentally and emotionally draining, so much this country has (is) going through; passive discussions do not exist here. The stories, the information everything we’re learning does not allow room for complacency, and this is just one of my classes. Jewelry Design has left me in the fetal position more times than not. I’ve burned myself, burned my equipment, and burned the teacher. But I have not ruined any of my work (knock on wood). Xhosa is a world of its own, learning a language, of which you have no reference point, is very VERY difficult. Its also my favorite class. My tutors have turned out to be my kids I volunteer with, teaching me where accents are placed, how to make my tongue move against my teeth, it’s a beautiful thing I tell you! Next on the academic agenda are papers, papers everywhere. Everyone writes their finals in October here, so September is a month full of essays and long long nights in the library. You know the nights where allthewordsonthescreenruntogether. Yea, those nights. I’m looking forward to it. <br /><br />behold hatred, thy name is finals. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3aBse07phh5uB9XRNqLcq7fvFlOrL_Hbjh-1-O_mrCgd5YRtW4vBLHm94KFZmCE2lkraDw-lfdpxHfswjqjNVBeHM-RBKOwUPD9wzZ_7WqRlh_1jDl52LMBXz0dCn0hgyl1eyYTYRfgo/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3aBse07phh5uB9XRNqLcq7fvFlOrL_Hbjh-1-O_mrCgd5YRtW4vBLHm94KFZmCE2lkraDw-lfdpxHfswjqjNVBeHM-RBKOwUPD9wzZ_7WqRlh_1jDl52LMBXz0dCn0hgyl1eyYTYRfgo/s200/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241796674326309826" /></a><br /><br />peace. love. graceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-14522166917491160202008-09-03T03:45:00.000-07:002008-09-03T04:19:40.564-07:00oh the places you go.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-E0FM5ZDWMYISjOiwb7A2gWsom5HWxT7_JW-TK8nqQdyHFKrhAPCEShlP7Efhe77TjlTor_wx9ztYXf1sS6zmWG7yIJdY1kSqf3JPI7f70VhyV8lAD759ITstxY0LsgTaSwiT29dEW6F5/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"><img style="float:right; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhG1KDrVIWLkfXNUQNxwkcILFOUEOGWFcdsYjaDQm5VYpN4zLBmbemqUw6hACUKwx5oBSlM-aG71E-zrK3zknwnXXh4bShdYoaHlC0N4GWvOc40KsAakuupVSyLxGrBs5RQTz4mcT_eGY/s200/100_0512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241747830167716226" /></a>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-40510057724948401332008-09-02T03:21:00.000-07:002008-09-02T03:28:26.535-07:00on and on and on...<span style="font-style:italic;">On unpredictability:</span><br />I am in South Africa. It is Tuesday. It is midday and it is raining. Outside a medley of raindrops and running water are keeping time to the beat in my head. and me.. I’m sitting in my room in what has finally somewhat become home. September is just around the corner and with it beckons promises of heat and more sunshine than I can hold. I can’t believe I’ve been here two months. The weather here is as unpredictable as weather back home. A double feature of warm brilliant sunshine gives way to a week and a half of heavy relentless downpour. I talk about the weather because so often it is a reflection on my attitude. Except today. The rain brings with it thoughts of home, friends and family, calls for something familiar and substantial. It also brings newfound friendships and experiences, journeys to come and untold stories. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">On housemates:</span><br />Two months ago I became the proud new tenant of a bedroom in a house half a world away from home. It took exactly four and half minutes for me to unpack my clothes, loose a pair of sandals and discover my favorite cup in the kitchen. Maggie and I (being the only two females) and living with nine boys have established through vigilante war tactics a somewhat functional environment. Granted these boys do bring more joy than grief but boys will be boys. Some concepts I’ve learned are difficult and nearly impossible for our male counterparts to understand: <br /><br />-the seat in our bathroom must STAY down. <br />-a rinsed cup does not constitute a clean cup <br />-arctic is not room temperature<br />-items that are no longer recognizable in the fridge = garbage <br />-loud music is lovely EXCEPT at dawn. <br />-my ice cream, chocolate and nutella are ABSOLUTELY off limits.<br />-three am is NOT an acceptable time for pillow talk and/or trips down memory lane <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">On common sense:</span> <br />Two months and I still think I have the right of way. No. No. No. cars WILL run you over. You move they don’t. A one rand coin is exactly the same as a two rand coin give or take a couple micrometers which is quite obvious to pretty much all south africans.The Indian ocean is not warmer than the Atlantic down here. Know your clicks! Each one is a different pronunciation. Children are the same everywhere-curious and loveable. 1300-2300 are numbers as well as times. If the sign says do not approach baboons, do not DO NOT approach the baboon. It is not Rafiki reincarnate. Wild animals are not your friends. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">On discoveries:</span> <br />FOUND: poisonous, exotic spider in back yard <br />FOUND: what an 8am class looks like<br />FOUND: guitar playing abilities <br />FOUND: our somewhat stupid cat. believes he’s a lion, fights shadows. loses<br />FOUND: dysfunctional, entertaining neighbors to the right <br />FOUND: obnoxious “endangered” bird that “chirps” between 6am and 10am <br />FOUND: an addiction to south africa’s fruit juices <br /><br />LOST: fear<br /><br /><br />as always.... <br /><br />peace. love. grace.Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-56937955840147666042008-09-01T03:01:00.000-07:002008-09-01T04:25:56.971-07:00color consciousYou are not black. <br /><br />"Your toffee colored." the little girl declares to my friend Noel. Freeze Frame. I don’t want to hear anymore. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to see. But it’s too late and the reality of her statement hits me as hard as the reality of the mirror. For me, color remains a small detail in the canvas of a person. For her, color is everything. Black is a term that is too painful to shameful to embrace. Black is not beautiful. Black is not good enough. Blacks are a dime a dozen. So instead she and others find adjectives to describe themselves, to define themselves as something, anything, other than black. Ebony. Chocolate. Dark Brown. Toffee. There is a sense of superiority that comes with a lighter complexion. It’s a concept that still I do not understand, I can not understand. I refuse to entertain or even tolerate an idea that tells a child that they are inadequate. The disappointment is that even if I wanted to, I will never understand. I have not grown up here. I haven’t even lived here long. I have nothing to share with her. I don’t have words of wisdom. I don’t have answers, a solution. I can’t fix this. Then again maybe nothings broken. I hate the mentality of coming here to fix things. There are expectations and systems in place that i cannot begin to understand. But I have patience and I have time. I'm learning to listen rather than talk. <br /><br />peace. love. graceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-3490433724045167972008-08-26T02:45:00.000-07:002008-08-26T02:56:54.380-07:00walking on sunshine....i've experienced everything from relentless rain to crazy bizarre spouts of heat waves. I've been in both the Atlantic and the Indian Ocean and i've swam with penguins. I've been at the very bottom of Africa and thank God Columbus was wrong and i did not find myself staring at the outer limits. I've fallen sick to some virus or another in the air, i've lost various amounts of clothing articles, i broke my guitar string today, dropped the surfboard, burned myself, walked in front of oncoming traffic and fallen face first in a group of unsuspecting (but highly amused) freshmen. oh, and I am officially broke for a bit. <br /><br />and i have never been happier!<br /><br />"sing and make music in your heart to the Lord, always giving thanks to the Father" <br /><br />i will have more to write later im sure, but for now as always.... <br /><br />peace. love. graceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-81825261195750791272008-08-13T03:05:00.000-07:002008-08-13T03:29:15.651-07:00a kaleidoscope of adventures....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADGSePyiupalgkWDFLnTOqIJpHDwH0YeE0Dkd56KeyqbV_xN3dijx3SqquXyImdKCrLeBxcFKmIS2FxqD2LMjicg-cmuSAPOs4UiJ11Tven8Z3DgC9JnTKOpNlhHjrdulpU2dP4t2TCZf/s1600-h/100_0108.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSQPZAWmO5V2cWtk-CEjmzOow85OQf-TjRw96_zYLthVtHsGEZDnZHmNsDx3TcY0yuiR4L2DiaIh4lmV1W9rH-lMVAZva6eYAvN4d6riV5Gue3WfimSfKk4OZ_ejqtUfgHqroHkghQrfb/s320/100_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233942158480483778" /></a>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-49964266590555618182008-08-13T02:40:00.000-07:002008-08-13T03:04:44.867-07:00oh baby its a wild wild world....<span style="font-weight:bold;">LOVE:</span><br />Last week I started work at Ikaya Primary School in Kayamandi working with sixth and seventh graders in the afterschool program. They should have warned us. At the least they could have prepared us. And I’m sure all the parents reading this have chosen this moment to raise their arms in triumph at this ‘interesting’ little situation I seem to have gotten myself into. Nonetheless, I am in love with my group of twenty or so fire-breathing minions. I love these kids. I love them with a painful, crushing love that grows even deeper as one carefully calculates the exact angle to jump and hang from my neck without crushing my windpipe. I love the overconfidence and the selective hearing sprinkled with a generous dose of mayhem. I love this because there is no room left for me to think of how I should act or what I should say there is only action. There is teamwork in the note making a seemingly unseen path behind my back and into the hands of a giggling group of girls across the room. There is the pure and raw passion that is thirteen-year-old Zine, self-appointed leader of the class, bursting spontaneously into a song that my ears can’t possibly understand but somehow the rebellious, determined child in me does. There is the love, because these kids unconsciously answer questions I do not realize I am asking. And there is love because that is all there is room for. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">JOY:</span> <br />The weekend found me cramped in the back seat of a 1976 electric blue ford Cortina with a couple surfboards a couple beach bums and a whole day ahead of us. To my left and right lie miles and miles of vineyards with vines that have lifetimes ahead of them. The air spills into the car from every window caressing, uncovering and leaving as quietly as it comes. Nico is blasting something from the radio, it might be German but it sounds like journey, I turn my head to see him humming along as he shifts gears. I roll down the window some more as the smell of the ocean encloses me and I have to stick my hand out letting the smell and wind waft through my outstretched fingers. We close in on an empty spot, finally there it is. I am inexplicably happy at the familiarity it brings and I think of friends and family and peace and God and home, all of my homes, and I think of joy. Of joy. And as we all get out to look at the horizon before us we become in that moment infinite....<br /><br />Peace. Love, GraceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-34532544818452858872008-08-04T07:05:00.000-07:002008-08-04T07:54:32.912-07:00lions, tigers and bears...oh my.things that i am just now beginning to realize were very VERY wonderful to have in my life... <br /><br />-central heating, i repeat, CENTRAL HEATING <br />-DSL <br />-consistent electricity <br />-an endless supply of burritos. <br /><br />now i know you're all probably thinking "now Lynn/Jayden/Stranger it cant be that bad...". You are right. It isn't. It's not bad at all! This is just a moment of anxiety, a little panic attack that I have currently decided to have in the library. Speaking of panic attacks, the roommates and I decided to engage in a little "politics talk" seeing as how the election is coming up and all. let me tell you, with one german and three american poly-sci majors, you do not talk. You have intellectual warfare. Tables were drawn, theories were discussed, missiles were fired. I am here to tell you i survived and never before in my life have i been more aware, or unaware i should confess, of how much i do not know about american/international politics. Needless to say, i left that "discussion" with a fair share of battle wounds.<br /><br />The Kayamundi basketball team held a brie (barbeque) at our house on sunday as well. A few classmates of mine volunteer/coach the team four days a week at Kayamundi High and these boys are amazing. They are talented, well spoken, friendly and all in all your typical 14-17 year old teenage boys. It was a great afternoon of food, music and soccer.(its international) The boys are full of life, we had everything from a dance off to a rap throw down. Definitely a plus side of the weekend. <br /><br />Where there's an up, theres a down. My program got us all tickets for the famous Stellenbosch wine festival last friday. Being the environmentally conscious people that we are, we decided early on to take the short twenty minute walk to the location of the festival. Well weather here is really quite funny and so predicatablly everything that could go wrong...did. The heavens opened up and buckets (yes buckets) of water proceeded to escort us all the way to the festival. And because mother nature couldn't just let one of her kids have all the fun our good friends, 40 mph hurricane winds decided to join our fun little caravan. The Nile river appeared halfway through our exodus and we forged it (quite brilliantly i must add, onto the promised land. We arrived thirty five (not twenty) minutes later slightly hysterical, mildly delusional but mostly alive for an evening of food, wine and entertainment. <br /><br /> <br />On that note...i have class in about fifteen minutes. I enjoy more than anything your calls, your texts, and general ramblings in my direction. thank you. as always... <br /><br />peace. love, graceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-9181725071296205532008-07-30T07:21:00.001-07:002008-12-11T15:52:16.165-08:00everyday is a winding road.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3URVb9m1Gon8A5X-SF8uXe0sp6YaS-frv2kexVI63XsjMCkep2oH4ELhzBMxL-OmeULop6KyC1h1Fb5xjN6xmCW6f0wlqj6KmKgWXnLp189F_xJad1LOEskseOGuZPMvUruMXqIJGS198/s1600-h/n1086150001_25039_6960.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3URVb9m1Gon8A5X-SF8uXe0sp6YaS-frv2kexVI63XsjMCkep2oH4ELhzBMxL-OmeULop6KyC1h1Fb5xjN6xmCW6f0wlqj6KmKgWXnLp189F_xJad1LOEskseOGuZPMvUruMXqIJGS198/s320/n1086150001_25039_6960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228814616746874386" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xUcNp6iKqHteAf479Hpkte5K7m51LTbQA1qp0OEHEPkyZyr-_a92lKo21ngXr7jggszZZ40zAyCucU6ImuzNrWEl_kR7K2ohlBxuC0-ZW0auBHPbRiggvWyvbxi7TTxHvKYq_ToertGa/s1600-h/n1086150001_25017_795.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6xUcNp6iKqHteAf479Hpkte5K7m51LTbQA1qp0OEHEPkyZyr-_a92lKo21ngXr7jggszZZ40zAyCucU6ImuzNrWEl_kR7K2ohlBxuC0-ZW0auBHPbRiggvWyvbxi7TTxHvKYq_ToertGa/s320/n1086150001_25017_795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228812782965877602" /></a><br />This is a journal passage that I want to share with you from the last weekend. We took a trip to the Cedarburg Mountains and on the way there I had, lets say, “a fancy to write…”<br /><br />“I’m looking out the window at this moment that God has chosen to share with me. I don’t think I knew what the word awe was until now. no words. All that is left is sound and feeling and sight. The spirit interferes for us with groans that we don’t understand. That verse becomes real today. I’m a sponge and all I can do is continue to submerge myself and soak and soak and soak. I’ve found this hunger and thirst for this beauty we call Africa for something that I’ve only caught the occasional glimpse of. No amount of megapixels could capture the color, the vibrancy or the clarity of the physical. The English language proves inadequate today. There are stories here that I am only beginning to understand.” <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyZBRV-pcRxtesXsdDXzQtdUJGQ-xr23Zh1DJ6rJJNfkuc9tSUyv6xeb-6-STwsSk22Q7l3asw_hMbs6v5I8aFCAKwVioelUzkh3WgOAIx5PYrnegPIZ9j_SZPu5o6hdhIpkCEBQGPS_L/s1600-h/n1234260226_30463447_6349.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZyZBRV-pcRxtesXsdDXzQtdUJGQ-xr23Zh1DJ6rJJNfkuc9tSUyv6xeb-6-STwsSk22Q7l3asw_hMbs6v5I8aFCAKwVioelUzkh3WgOAIx5PYrnegPIZ9j_SZPu5o6hdhIpkCEBQGPS_L/s320/n1234260226_30463447_6349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228813248182621250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEvArABiX1W-CO41_7sBV6DuaRaHecATBUlCE8f7EoAE_ftFacvAEBHuEyyzRc3hQ0pEfhG86psXfyx_xmLo0YPG5vhaLam3TjF5qQBOi0pNMG0XDoqwnaGjbakbFL0s_7tS2RAyn44Y6/s1600-h/101_0234.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjEvArABiX1W-CO41_7sBV6DuaRaHecATBUlCE8f7EoAE_ftFacvAEBHuEyyzRc3hQ0pEfhG86psXfyx_xmLo0YPG5vhaLam3TjF5qQBOi0pNMG0XDoqwnaGjbakbFL0s_7tS2RAyn44Y6/s320/101_0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228832780321162706" /></a><br /><br />Nothing beats hiking a mountain with a group of 30 other people. At only 4500 ft. I definitely got my butt kicked. We hiked up an 80° degree incline (at the least) and then proceeded to crawl, squeeze and balance ourselves through cracks in the heart of the mountain. These cracks varied from openings designed for small children (or those of us who are vertically challenged) to giant gaps that easily allowed our entire group to fit through. Our final crack before the top consisted of a 2x4 ft space we had to crawl through on our backs arms first and then pull ourselves to a 2x10 ft space that we shimmied up and then finally Rambo climb a wall to a tiny passage way that lead to the top of the mountain. Needless to say all the huffing and puffing was worth it. As a side note, i would also like to mention that i had a ridiculous amount of layers on and the weather went between two temperatures, freezing and boiling, thank you. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSe_GFQz56VLbo45lSRzAxbY8bDBr4K3eRosavLH7ICGuirt-H8q6uwkzFV253qv32o3v7WJMUfR5t0zh5_Lhdr_1C3SPC3iuqV_41z2FPE2zbfiGBjijcxKXbmq66Recl-7VDngD5hzlO/s1600-h/n21312754_34515032_471.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSe_GFQz56VLbo45lSRzAxbY8bDBr4K3eRosavLH7ICGuirt-H8q6uwkzFV253qv32o3v7WJMUfR5t0zh5_Lhdr_1C3SPC3iuqV_41z2FPE2zbfiGBjijcxKXbmq66Recl-7VDngD5hzlO/s320/n21312754_34515032_471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228814147323439538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgLHIco401MlvlTmHOFwQ2AzPez6ztnjL0lsOo-cEZBZJiWbafXdrVJ5wRIYKilsGVJj6ZYZoLkOROMJntxcnRLgtbKWJMbHDL-3K9zNxuF0jUrhBu0vGyr6EBVLhNa-Eh_Y1Fc_Naa71/s1600-h/n1526886_36749008_4072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgLHIco401MlvlTmHOFwQ2AzPez6ztnjL0lsOo-cEZBZJiWbafXdrVJ5wRIYKilsGVJj6ZYZoLkOROMJntxcnRLgtbKWJMbHDL-3K9zNxuF0jUrhBu0vGyr6EBVLhNa-Eh_Y1Fc_Naa71/s320/n1526886_36749008_4072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228814153199243618" /></a><br /><br />On another note, the drive there was unreal. Endless valleys of rolling green fields, skies so blue we don’t have a name for the shade. We hit a storm and even that was beautiful. All of a sudden light would shine through and another hidden valley would sneak by. It was like playing peek-a-boo with the sun. We saw prehistoric cave drawings of herds of elephants and people that had walked the same earth thousands of years before us. We looked out around us and for a moment we saw what our ancestors saw, uncharted, dangerous, bewitching wilderness. And then we hopped our happy newly enlightened selves back into the crammed (but heated) vans. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0w1EauO4_h6AERd2IorbU_SdeU5BR2uXjaFJaHacQ16SIYdrifV3KTDH9uApScr7Qt6dF-D5EopXrXUQqjGkVE1Zs9uleO3bziVSeWAAyySxjji-WVGksogKY7he1mDX5TRjjfeIofPP/s1600-h/n1234260226_30463426_4169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0w1EauO4_h6AERd2IorbU_SdeU5BR2uXjaFJaHacQ16SIYdrifV3KTDH9uApScr7Qt6dF-D5EopXrXUQqjGkVE1Zs9uleO3bziVSeWAAyySxjji-WVGksogKY7he1mDX5TRjjfeIofPP/s320/n1234260226_30463426_4169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228830475311965330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMe30xaTCmfEKDNXE4SD80T0OhMiDwqB1Nfpbe0xdCJq9K2ziv9XVEpVC9xIq6qGj2Rx9Kh80hqtcBNXaFH0wlihXwjkWFi6zD1WpDvYqpD3nbAC8wewDVAfvYDLcttxRJhomJ_mkQpagf/s1600-h/101_0187.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMe30xaTCmfEKDNXE4SD80T0OhMiDwqB1Nfpbe0xdCJq9K2ziv9XVEpVC9xIq6qGj2Rx9Kh80hqtcBNXaFH0wlihXwjkWFi6zD1WpDvYqpD3nbAC8wewDVAfvYDLcttxRJhomJ_mkQpagf/s320/101_0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228831363791336034" /></a><br /> <br />Friends and family give thanks that you have central heating. <br /><br />Peace. Love. GraceJayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-65398900045126050612008-07-28T04:39:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:52:16.879-08:00on privilege and such things....last week we went and visited a township that I will be volunteering with while i'm here, Kayamandi. It holds roughly 3,000 people in a very small encampment. I dont know how to begin to describe the poverty that meets my eyes here or the peace. the people of Kayamandi have a calm about them, a source of strength that shakes you to the core. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeyx93BxKdJ1tiAsOAvWGc7jPeaMc5tzzvECsFW-TGDG7uaqaPvIdJA12MUUaFeOBEU8gTgg1NjuM0QjqfccpsOHRmnJ1wmmmumPX44dgQw0aivYv_Iw1TlXnMvxTKHUr9N16qk6tEOor/s1600-h/n12128073_37775920_4155.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeyx93BxKdJ1tiAsOAvWGc7jPeaMc5tzzvECsFW-TGDG7uaqaPvIdJA12MUUaFeOBEU8gTgg1NjuM0QjqfccpsOHRmnJ1wmmmumPX44dgQw0aivYv_Iw1TlXnMvxTKHUr9N16qk6tEOor/s320/n12128073_37775920_4155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228042512192131010" /></a><br /><br />the first sight that meets my eyes is a group of toddlers wrapped top to bottom in layers shyly rotating between waving and hiding behind a tree. and then im attacked by image after image of unfamiliar sights. an ocean of shacks stacked up next to each other. a woman washing next to a pile of rubbish. goat heads roasting on an open fire. The resonant laughter of a group of men echos back to me. the click of the women as they talk. a baby is crying somewhere...a million scents attack my nose. smoke, rubbish, barbeque, smog, urine all of it. i breathing all of it. i'm a mess. i don't know how to react i dont know what to do so i do the only thing that comes to mind i smile at the first person i see. Songo. who happens to be our "guide". he smiles back and after a short speech to the group, i fall into step with him and the questions seem to spill from within me. he answers as well as he knows how and i find myself wishing i had a video camera to catch the soft lilt of his voice as he describes to me a Kayamandi that i would never have seen by myself. There is pride in his eyes as he gives us details of Kayamandi, as he speaks of the volunteer program he helps lead. occasionally he calls out a greeting in Xhosa to people we pass on the road.<br /><br /> somehow i find myself at the back of the group. i lag behind soaking in everything around me. i look back to see an elderly man watching us we pass through a small opening between the houses. <span style="font-style:italic;">Molotata</span>"greetings grandfather". he smiles and nods. <span style="font-style:italic;">Ewe</span> "and to you" we come through to a street. a group of school children run up and run away pushing each other to see who will come the closest. growing bolder a small boy latches on to the hand of a girl besides me and all of a sudden we are in sea of giggling bright faces. i look out and the beauty around me is to heavy to hold. its heavier than the brokeness. its heavier than my guilt. my pity. its heavier than the poverty. its heavier than the circumstances and its what the people here are holding on to. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcbkpqiZcRi8X0Qfne6tVo9FDG-mDr4Afbp4JlUfGOdS2S1z2gVZE5QjdPrDnPxRqAsG91J-19dSk7wIAQ25pYpLd4wcbsPorTjfFfvV-VYB2eIJkNMUfqmqpuOjUvfK-8exfkiQZFSAv/s1600-h/n12128073_37775916_2901.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcbkpqiZcRi8X0Qfne6tVo9FDG-mDr4Afbp4JlUfGOdS2S1z2gVZE5QjdPrDnPxRqAsG91J-19dSk7wIAQ25pYpLd4wcbsPorTjfFfvV-VYB2eIJkNMUfqmqpuOjUvfK-8exfkiQZFSAv/s320/n12128073_37775916_2901.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228040026773564754" /></a><br /><br />we are at the top of Kayamundi and as i look out around me i think of what Songo said. about being privileged to help his community to grow. i think of all the i've seen. all that i will see here. and all i will never see. I am privileged. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAS4YCO7jOWcAmzgoPJl_zYOfk3zBeHergcHW2ml25Mwi-UgUhJdS206-YgQ9ntucEo6a8CUTBsARufMKr8NBOeCbRpVZNxHvsVSNMfWt1LPAGkOhGHnd7HqRYf7oSGPyD_NXYTANLlbg/s1600-h/n12128073_37775925_5731.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAS4YCO7jOWcAmzgoPJl_zYOfk3zBeHergcHW2ml25Mwi-UgUhJdS206-YgQ9ntucEo6a8CUTBsARufMKr8NBOeCbRpVZNxHvsVSNMfWt1LPAGkOhGHnd7HqRYf7oSGPyD_NXYTANLlbg/s320/n12128073_37775925_5731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228042140637787778" /></a><br /><br />peace. love. grace.Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-32291206170495633392008-07-21T05:28:00.001-07:002008-12-11T15:52:17.071-08:00One week and then some<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBPSX5S0634ztI9wCOaQz0hUq15iGBuIscIUwElzq8vrJWUMo66GRFM4ahtSiXnIaaketTyaJptgLcI27wax9uE0TgzAQaNUHYXZNNLPFYyGmRVoQi58KagrlOE4GrYkTHWwIWwDk8KFs/s1600-h/100_0172.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBPSX5S0634ztI9wCOaQz0hUq15iGBuIscIUwElzq8vrJWUMo66GRFM4ahtSiXnIaaketTyaJptgLcI27wax9uE0TgzAQaNUHYXZNNLPFYyGmRVoQi58KagrlOE4GrYkTHWwIWwDk8KFs/s320/100_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225594153597974498" /></a><br />MOLWENI!!! welcome in Xhosa! So now i've officially spent a week here in stellenbosch but it feels like we've been here a month. My expectations and my biases have been broken. my patience has been tested and my priorities have changed. I dont know where to start. Pictures don't do this place justice and my words are not nearly enough. <br /><br />I live in house with nine other people! woo. My house mates include two Germans, two Namibians, four americans, and one Ethiopian.So in the house itself we have a lot going on. The weather has been crazy this week too. we're in the winter months and we've had freezing cold rain and heat heat heat all in the expanse of two days. We're about half an hour to 45 minutes from Cape Town so we get the benefits of mountains, valley and beach. The rand (national currency) is seven to the dollar so things are reasonably inexpensive. I've almost been hit by a car a couple of times now....i think the 16th time around i finally learned what direction to look. <br /><br />The people here come from every sort of back ground... we have the Afrikaners (whites) the Coloreds (mixed/other race) and the Blacks. Here in South Africa you fall in one of the three categories whether you like it or not. It's been a little overwhelming/difficult adjusting to the racial categories heres. Granted i do get treated a little different because i'm foreign or whatever that means but It's hard consistently being the one of a few black people in restaurant that is predominately white. or walking around with friends/classmates of other races, etc. Everything is broken down by race here. It's hard to see a lot of wealth right next to a lot of poverty and to see the racial barrier in it. The weird thing (or weird to me) is that i've find that the people leaving in the broken townships on the outskirts of town are just as happy as the wine farmers in their houses. I've never been this uncomfortable in my skin and i've been in plenty of situations already where i find myself asking what is that sets me apart, why is life different for me.....its making me realize that i dont understand alot and right now i dont know if i can with anger, bewilderment and shame dictating any thoughts i have of reasoning.... everything i know or think i know has been flipped upside down. <br /><br />So things i've learned so far:<br /><br />-you have to be open to everything <br />-its ok to be upset <br />-its ok to not be upset <br />-change doesn't happen over night <br />-you have to let go of your pride sometimes <br />-its ok not to know <br /><br />and its still going. and somehow in all of this i am learning. I'm here and I'm experiencing all of this, this is EXACTLY where i am supposed to be. <br /><br />thank you for praying for me, for thinking of me. i'm thinking of all of you. <br /><br />peace. love. grace.Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-1210574730973295702008-07-16T10:05:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:52:18.312-08:00remembering london...a side note before i begin the long awaited reflection on my time in london..<br /><br />London in all its unseen glory...from tipsy middle aged women pole dancing on the tube to the english and their love for small cars, obscure words, loud LOUD colors and fabulously crowded "high streets" <br /><br />and now for your viewing pleasure... <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuRJAsZAwZ2f9q0RGw6SbcpaXLVbh7OizRCcW6uWQLSgfsuY8U6rRMfAR3qeittI9ABjvHvaxN8QTdLKfXyWaNEnBhvIQb_gJ5cBluBQDRRUFUcsqKF1hJAbIFbw7vGxUY5faTlm9y7nQ/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlO8y2spMo-LN95-BpAg6FEJnIvEauMOikWLST4rxtGYlkJ2wmhSKGRyI7zXY2ZJ-nJVN2vD8mYe0u_1gMk0-kiusHekKl-FUfe0xOca1Da7XTFOYnyVnkkWO4oz6eje5KkXiZEM-gEJRa/s320/100_0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223664124307991826" /></a>Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-22266800076588167632008-07-13T10:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:52:18.466-08:00south africa!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZY-3c6cvOfQzKhHjzb8KsBOkysAKBGqZvPHrv6AjW4XZEf1ps_T8o1DMmfrbRpBU0jpS5wcodTT3ABLmZtEQlsWZQ6bCudfRhSVEnQca1CejuJLN-63urY_DEf811ZN4HiWOnswCmaW5/s1600-h/Photo+197.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZY-3c6cvOfQzKhHjzb8KsBOkysAKBGqZvPHrv6AjW4XZEf1ps_T8o1DMmfrbRpBU0jpS5wcodTT3ABLmZtEQlsWZQ6bCudfRhSVEnQca1CejuJLN-63urY_DEf811ZN4HiWOnswCmaW5/s320/Photo+197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222551594728050850" /></a><br />ya so thats what some of us look like waiting. we're leaving london and we're finally off to south africa....our flight is bording in 2o minutes and i am ready to go! just a little notice that the next post will have media on my little stay in london....AFRICA here i come!!!Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7476936351072310580.post-69032880886597638642008-07-12T10:40:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:52:18.787-08:00digiital dilema<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tRs90UOFcxPj5KnY-M5eJTTjQlqF1hILmCu17JB8E9ZshFyXFpB53hRinEJMrTIN4DfK1iQUVmTlk2xZZBnCW0lfh5TDJKORdZrT6TCUULyf2D69R5XAUtKk2WxTHUH3kVOVT_u3S_CL/s1600-h/Photo+190.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tRs90UOFcxPj5KnY-M5eJTTjQlqF1hILmCu17JB8E9ZshFyXFpB53hRinEJMrTIN4DfK1iQUVmTlk2xZZBnCW0lfh5TDJKORdZrT6TCUULyf2D69R5XAUtKk2WxTHUH3kVOVT_u3S_CL/s320/Photo+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222223112352354994" /></a><br />friends and family. <br /><br />welcome to day two of chaos, insomnia, narcalepsy, ridiculous prices, gorgeous buildings and crummy weather. <br /><br />i give you london. <br /><br />i'm having a bit of a delay keeping everyone posted because the hotel is charging £5 ($10) for one hour of internet service which is £4 too much. so i've just discovered this cafe on our lunch break which does charge £1 but alas i dont have my computer...but do not fear. i'm planning to return in a few hours once i can remember how to get back to the hotel and find a way closer. right now im wandering somewhere in south london which is beautiful. im going to hope on the tube (haha oh the brits) back to the hotel once i figure out the connections and hurray we might have actual material for you all to look out. <br /><br />all in all i have nothing to complain about. i havent gotten lost or mugged. i've been on quite a few adventures already and the blessings keep coming. thinking of all of you. love love you <br /><br />:-) off i go on the tube.Jayden-Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04704092727654313633noreply@blogger.com1