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The Endless Trek and Life Without Expectations
Two years ago, I would not have thought that my life would take me where I am now. I am nursing, not as a career, but as a volunteer, writing professionally and creatively, living in Honduras,...
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My First Visitor in Honduras
I had my first visitor in Honduras! My lovely sister came to visit me, and it was nice to be a tourist again for a week. I ended up visiting places I didn’t even know existed and learning a lot both...
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Following the Artist’s Way
I am coming to the end of The Artist’s Way, a creative self help book by Julia Cameron. There is a part of me that does not want to finish it. I get that way with books, feeling attached to them like...
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“There is Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself”
When I came to Honduras in January, my intention was not to stay here. I was supposed to leave in March after studying Spanish for a month in Copán Ruinas and working in Catacamus with a Healing the...
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Wedding Bells: Congrats Allison and Jeff!
Traveled back to the states for some wedding fun and of course dancing… “We can dance if we want to… We can leave your friends behind… ‘Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance… Well...
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Love That Whispers Smiles Through Trees
Love That Whispers Smiles Through Trees I sat noticing only the passing of time Lost in the chatter of a world unable to be silent and listen I longed to stand to ease the discomfort of sitting My...
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The Honduran Dung Beetle: Reflecting on Human Suffering and Empathy
(Photo borrowed from Society of Biology) As a young girl, I used to go to a horse camp during the summer. Occasionally, I would receive mail, and as part of camp fun, those who received letters or...
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The Honduran Life
I have never been much of a fútbol (soccer) or sports fan because I find games boring to watch on TV. I love watching from the stands, but here in Honduras, you feel like you are in the stands when...
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Fishing for Peppers in the River
I was standing in water with a stranger from Paraguay who was quickly becoming my friend over blueberry ice cream and travel stories when peppers started coming my way. Reds, greens, big ones, small...
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The Expat Dilemma
Living in two countries that are so starkly different, I have found it difficult to really put into words how having a life between the two feels. I love both Honduras and the United States for...
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Dreams…
I am intrigued at how much changes and yet is the same. We have four seasons of change, but they repeat themselves. We fight wars; we make peace, and then we do it all over again. In the book When the...
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Goodbyes…
I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, “It tastes sweet, does it not?” “You’ve caught me,” grief answered, “and you’ve ruined my business, how can I sell sorrow when you know it’s a...
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Day 1: Frank Sinatra
At the Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn, NY after red-eye flight New York is a buzzing sea of endless possibility. The phrase, “Go big or go home,” comes to mind. Potential is not enough here. People live,...
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Wanderings of thought in Central Park
Colored cast of characters Nanny, mammy, mother? Mothers bear children But who loves them? Boy kiss boy beauty Blending of bow ties Lovers are… Man and…? Woman and…? Children see true beauty Simple,...
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White knuckle moments
Thomas is meant to be a New Yorker. This was confirmed by a zipcar ride to Flushings that involved riding peoples’ asses at top speed, spontaneous honking, and swirving quickly in and out of traffic....
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Fuerza Bruta
A man running, a gun shot, life stops for a moment, then starts again. A new shirt, the blood stained one discarded in another life, he keeps running, only to be shot again. Will he ever get where he...
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New York in a Nutshell
The ocean is where I feel most in touch with my true being, and it is here on the fringe of New York I begin to say good-bye to the USA and hello to Ireland across the sea. New York was more amazing...
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Glendalough
It’s the quiet moments that make me realize my heart has a fortress around it. When I look out at beauty, my chest aches for reasons beyond my grasp. My mind is racing, and I don’t know how to slow...
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Dublin City Gallery: The Hugh Lane
While in Dublin, culture night was taking place; museums and various artistic venues were open to the public for free late into the evening. I was thrilled to find out that the Dublin City Gallery...
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Avoiding Deportation and Dublin Days
Dublin experience…perfect…well except at customs, but then again when do I not have problems with them? Note to self again: Honesty is never the best policy when going through customs. First...
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