going home

The last week has been full of goodbyes, in words and in heart.  My last washing of dishes on the roof where we lived, my last view of the green hills, my last afternoon tea time with the 7 and 10 year old girls I lived with.  Presentations of my preliminary findings with the staff, preparing me for the work ahead as I write my final report and preparing them to receive it in August.  Lunches and breakfasts with the handful of people who became friends here in Nebaj.

There is something about leaving a place that brings to a point all the sweetness it has accumulated over the weeks.  My heart is full with the grace that was given - my grandaughterly friendship with Siliva and the cake and coffee she always gave me, friendship with Maria that will hopefully endure the distance, the extravagant hospitality of the 7 year old I lived with over tea and cookies every day over work, the abundant generosity of families in communities nestled in these hills.

Yet my heart is even more full to be going home - to the one I love most and life together, to family and friends, and the beauty of full spring in the Northwest.  It is time to be again with Steven, to create stories and life together with you all. 

The months ahead will be full of reflection of this time as I listen to an analyze my interviews, ponder and write about the truths that can be found in them.  Yet they will also hold dinners with my husband when he comes back from his work in the Missions with stories and photos, running on country roads, getting to know the people of Whitefish...come and visit us, we'd love to have you.