Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little things. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Time Travel


It is such a blessing to be able to look back on the past couple years of my life and experience joy in just thinking about the people I’ve met and the things I’ve experienced. I’ve heard you’re supposed to live in the present… but sometimes the present just isn’t very exciting. This evening I found myself looking back over my tweets from the past year and reliving many a wonderful day. I know that judge myself for feeling the urge to tweet whenever I’m having a good day but the truth is those 140 characters seem to be worth 1,000 words. I’ve done the whole 1,000 words thing… but it’s pretty unlikely that I’m going to casually read through all a 1000 word journal entry without being bogged down.

I think I started writing this because I wanted to try to capture the joy of reminiscing. On December 10, 2013 as I was saying goodbye to the many wonderful friends I met in Uganda I remember telling one of my friends that I was afraid I would forget everything I had experienced and everything I had learned. Her simple response was this, “you’ll remember what you need to remember.” She was right. I don’t think about my semester in Uganda every day. I don’t think about my summers Johnston Canyon everyday. I don’t think about any one experience I’ve had every day, but every once in awhile I get to suddenly indulge in a memory.

A smell, a message, a picture, a texture, or 140 characters can suddenly pull me back to a specific moment in time, and then, for a short little while I have the incredible joy of reliving that moment. The rush of emotions plays a trick on me and I am quietly transported to what seems like another lifetime.

And then, just as quietly, I am transported back to the present- but I don’t travel back empty handed for a carry with me the reminder that I have been shaped by my past joys and sorrows and they are a part of everyday. I will remember what I need to remember, but even what I do not remember is a part of who I am. 

Friday, November 15, 2013

Lake Victoria Venture (UB#10)


Yesterday I walked along the shores of Lake Victoria with a group of people from my practicum. We wound our way through the fish market and then sat on the shore and watched the sun set as we snacked on fresh fried tilapia. Lake Victoria- like most large bodies of water- is beautiful. The lapping of the waves brings a sense of peace even to the busy (and somewhat smelly) marketplace. I thought it was beautiful. Then I noticed the awe of one of the men I work with, he is about sixty-five years old but his excitement was similar to that of a five-year old boy who has spotted a sweet tractor. He watched in awe as boats came and went, pondered where the boats could be going, and ended with a short speech about how he could not understand the complexity of living near the water. At sixty-five he had only been to the lake once before and had never ridden in a boat.

I am privy to a hoard of experiences unimaginable to some people. Yet my life is not fuller or deeper than Mr. Senjuwa’s. Those experiences in themselves have not given me greater wisdom or understanding. Standing there on the lakeshore I experienced maybe one quarter the joy that Mr. Senjuwa was experiencing.

May my past experiences never dull my ability to rejoice in the little things because those little things probably aren’t as little as they might seem.

(Photo Credit: this photo was stolen... from google... sorry)