There are so many topics I want to write about- A Place Called Home (check it out anyways), comparisons between the Yukon and Colombia’s Chocó region and many more. I have rough drafts started, but I just can’t right now. It’s been a very fast, yet very long two weeks of travelling and meetings and processing and I need to catch my breath. So, here are some pictures and a poem. I love this poem because it reminds me that, no matter what happens, there is so much possibility in every life, including mine.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyways, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.