Day 4 of Beauty: Land of the Blue Sky

What’s beautiful where you live or have lived?  My photo challenger asked. Looking through photos, I realize I have lived a lot of places. Of course, everything is relative, so take that as you may. One of the most exotic, by my own standards, was the city of Ulaan Baatar, Mongolia. This is not the…

Always Un Deux Trois

A 3 hour French class has my brain careening. Dusty, forgotten words are being brushed off as my brain frantically searches among the back shelves for words of high school correspondence courses and French worksheets. But it’s not just searching. It’s a mess. The hard part is leaping over the files of Mongolian that have been…

Kissing Cousins

Mongolia taught me to kiss. Shocker, I know; especially with my anti-hug policies and adoration of personal space. Touchy, I am not! But when you’ve got kids thrown into your life and communication is accomplished through action, primarily; limiting one’s self to awkward smiles and waves is a bit ridiculous. Wrestles, races, dutch blitz and…

Humgeen San Naedz: My Good Friends

Pulled from the files of July: Namely, the “Draft” folder.   I was asked a very good question yesterday. “Who did you leave behind?” It was an invitation to tell of the people I loved; who I will be grieving for; and I so appreciated the grandfatherly gentleman and his wife for thinking of it…

Oasis

I went with the aim of spending time with God. I looked out on the city with my Bible and journal on a gorgeous fall day while shivering a little in the sun. And after a long time of sitting, hemming, and hawwing, and not being able to focus at all,  I realized I had…

Oasis Prelude

“Well I was walkin’ along, and I saw a path. And I thought ‘huh.  Wonder what’s up there’. And I guess I thought, ‘Why not?’ Always up for an adventure, explore a little bit. So, I follow it. And it goes and it goes up and then, at the top, there’s this beautiful place! In…

Dragons and Dinos And Me; Oh my!

Dear world, I forgot to tell you something. I have a job! I am working. That’s what I would tell you if you asked me “what I’m doing these days.” See those dinosaur bones? Well, someone has to keep them company! So that’s what I do. Because I work at a museum! More officially, I’m…

The Hardest Part

My favourite kinds of questions are the ones I don’t know the answers to. The ones that catch me off guard and make me think. I was asked one the other day: “What has been the hardest part since coming back from Mongolia?” (Re-entry) I wasn’t sure. I think my transition back to North American…

Photo Friday – The Price of Salvation

This is a photo I cannot show without telling the story: This is a woman we saw at the temple. When you step inside one of the many small buildings on the grounds, this one is different. It is a simple room with monks sitting at computers behind four walls about armpit high, reminding me…

Temple Time

The colours of fall are upon us. This can only mean on thing: FLASH BACK TIME! Rewind four and a half months, location: a world away – Continent: Asia Come with me as we take a tour to… The Gandun/g. Translation: It’s Temple Time. When we were nearing our time in Mongolia, our team took…

Missing Mongolia

Mongolia is haunting me today. It’s unlike my usual longing to see the youth that I worked with there, a group comprised mostly of international missionaries’ kids. Today it is actually Mongolia. I saw pictures of summer there. The season changing has something to do with this, my yearning to be there and see, smell,…

A Morning of Eavesdropping and the Invitation that Follows

I am sitting in Second Cup. I am in my hometown. It is a good morning. An old man caught me observing him and his friend at the table across from me. They have their newspapers out now, but they have been chatting away in Romanian, he told me. To my right, there is a…