instagram. Sunday, May 8, 2011      

  saturday morning. Saturday, May 7, 2011      

  six days. Friday, May 6, 2011   Six days until we leave for the U.S. . . . but who’s counting? I feel like I ought to be busier than I am right now, but actually this has probably been the most restful of any week since we moved here.  It is so nice to have my husband home, daily swims now that the pool is fixed, and just a few little odd projects before we leave. I have discovered that I have a passion for organization.  I’m going through our apartment closet by closet putting things in order and loving it.  I am very into using baskets right…

Thursday, May 5, 2011 These pictures are from a couple weeks ago — you can see Amie’s battle wounds from her pack-and-play tumble. We spent this morning in a huge park right at the center of our city, about a thirty-minute auto ride from our apartment.  Sometimes I daydream about living here, within walking distance of the park, right in the middle of all the action.

the train. Thursday, May 5, 2011

the air-conditioning. Thursday, May 5, 2011

  in feast or fallow. Monday, May 2, 2011   When the fields are dry, and the winter is longBlessed are the meek, the hungry, the poorWhen my soul is downcast, and my voice has no songFor mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,My certain hope is in Jesus foundMy lot, my cup, my portion sureWhatever comes, we shall endureWhatever comes, we shall endure On a cross of wood, His blood was outpouredHe rose from the ground, like a bird to the skyBringing peace to our violence, and crushing death’s doorOur Maker incarnate, our God who provides When the earth beneath…

  in search of holy water. Sunday, May 1, 2011   Arvind and I took our final hike together before we make our visa run to the States in a couple weeks.  Driving east of our city, and past two small towns where two pastors were recently threatened, we arrived at a temple tucked away in a wooded climb. The town is neatly divided between Muslims and Hindus.  Squat, domed mosques with sea-green minarets face towering, colorful temples.  One is image-less.  The other teeters with roughly designed figures of armed gods.  One is color-sparing.  The other explodes with every conceivable hue.  One is attended by black burkas.  The other, brightly…

  gratitude #587 – 605. Saturday, April 30, 2011   a sudden afternoon downpour rain-scented air heavy-laden, side-of-the-road fruit stands juicy sweet mangoes mango smoothies and mango milkshakes the pool is clear today Colleen and I navigating Commercial Street with both kids McDonald’s chicken nuggets and french fries and soft-serve ice-cream The God of Small Things – intoxicating, heart-breaking learning to love salty snacks with my afternoon coffee, South Asian-style sleeping in and breakfast in bed, thanks to my husband Keli came over to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 with me a fastidiously clean auto driver the smell of honey and camomile in my tea empty…

  cars. Friday, April 29, 2011