It’s time to talk

Well, that was a disaster…

I think it is safe to say that I literally did a face plant after returning home. I mean totally fell apart and the crazy thing is that I knew it was coming. Does that ever happen to you, like you know its coming and it still happensContinue reading

The streets of Kolkata

 

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Last night after dinner a few of us took off to walk the streets of Kolkata.

We usually get taxis but tonight we decided to walk a little in search of  sweets. We have been warned to stay clear of any street food (and after watching how they prep I am fully in support of this), but Kolkata is known for their desserts and we figured these should be okay, right?

I know, dumb, but we did it anyways. Continue reading

A glimpse of Greatness. Mother Teresa’s Missionary Charity Center

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Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.

The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.

Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.

Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothel- When God Speaks (Part 3)

There was no one left and I was tired.

Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.

He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.

I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?

Uh, like none.  Continue reading

Update on Bob

A quick recap. I met with my neurosurgeon last October and the news was good.  The radiation was effective and Bob had stopped growing.

I had another scan scheduled this past April. I wasn’t as afraid this time. I was settled. It’s funny how that happens when you have weathered enough storms; they don’t seem to rattle you as much.  Continue reading