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Today was supposed to be the day.

By this time, I would have been up on cloud nine, 30,000 feet above ground, and headed for a land that I’m bound to call "home" for the next two years of my life.

Instead, I’m right here on what I’d like to call “ground zero,” concerning myself with what I could keep busy with in the next two months.

It’s been four days since I— along with my Zambia-bound co-volunteers— received word that our date of departure (originally February 19) has been moved to middle of April. Apparently, our work permits are still being processed. With what I had been told regarding Zambian immigration, I was actually already anticipating a delay. What I did not count on was that the said delay would be that long.

Suddenly, I now find myself with time on my hands—a whole lot of time than I am used to having, such that it ceases to be a luxury already.

After the hurly burly of the past months in preparation for my departure, this, perhaps, is life’s way of telling me to be still. Be still to savour the gift of friends, family, and community. Be still to bask in the beauty of country. Be still to empty one’s self and, thus, be ready to be filled once more with the graces of new life, new work, and new adventure.

So, for whatever it’s worth, I still here…still making it work…still rolling with the punches…still embracing each new day as it comes.:)

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Posted by pol at 10:01 PM | Permalink |

and here we sit
once more
under the golden gaze
of Aurora

c
a
t
c
h
ing
one breath
after (what seems to be)
an unending race
with time

overhead
a swirl of sights and sounds
beckons to be heeded

but we hold our ground

taking time
to dust off our feet
before we once again
play catch-up
with the
t
a
i
l end
of the wind.

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Posted by pol at 11:02 PM | Permalink |