Today, September 22nd, we roamed the neighboring streets of lagas de yaroa while passing out a ridiculous amount of corn bread to every human we crossed paths with, just to hand out some love amidst the chaos of hurricane maria. People were so inviting and warm and gracious through our bad spanish, I handed a man bread and accidentally said “I want bread”, he walked away very confused. The hospitality here is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. This community, especially our host home family has showered us in love, truly they embody hope and faith in ways I’ve never seen before. honestly, I’m learning a lot about hospitality and what it looks like to love people with everything in me and more.
I hope I never forget these faces. The fact that my world is colliding here, with faces in the Dominican republic, is insane and magical and I’m in awe of it all. Thinking of the sweet kids I’ve gotten to be jungle gyms for and lost basketball games with. Kids that sing and chase and dance and embrace and laugh like it’s their language, there isn’t anything else like it.
September 25th,
I’m typing my stream of consciousness right now. I’m thankful to just be. Be here sitting on this tree house in the freaking jungle. Thankful that I’m alive. Thankful that God chose me to be here, honestly don’t know what that means right now but if I figure it out I’ll let you know. Thankful for the ability to think deeply and question. Thankful for inspiration, and the ability to inspire, with conversations, colors, feelings, and sharing stories. Thankful for the ocean and the euphoria and emotions and thoughts and LIFE it brings. Thankful for rain, it is so nurturing and powerful. Thankful for my past, present, and future. Try writing a list of things you’re thankful for, it is wild how gratitude molds and renews the mind, our perspective, our hearts.
thank you for reading this, sending you love
