I can still write though - you can't limit me there; so write I shall. It's been almost a month now since I've been back and life has quickly returned to normal. In a good way, in a pre-2011 sort of way. I don't want to disparage the year that I lived in Los Laureles - I really do miss it in fact, but the act of living there limited the amount of time I actually truly visited other people in their homes. People instead visited me and did so around my schedule. It limited my time for activities with the youth of the community, as much of my life was occupied by maintaining my home, caring for the guys living with me and searching for water. And it limited the amount of quiet, alone time I had - the only time I had to myself was either early in the morning or late at night. Now though that I'm back living where I was prior to life in Laureles I'm finding that the rest of my life is finding balance as well; I'm spending my days in people's homes, my focus when I'm in the community is on the kids, their needs and our different activities and I have much more time to myself for rest and reflection. It's hard sometimes, in fact it doesn't feel quite right when I have to leave the community in the evening; I love that place and everything in me wants to stay - wants to have my place, my home be there in Laureles. I'm seeing the good in not living there though and the balance I feel in my life tells me that I'm living right where God wants me right now. Now if only I could share some photos of my now-balanced life.
Last week was a rollercoaster of sorts, it being my first week back in Los Laureles, wanting to see everybody I'd been missing for 4 months and also trying to avoid the chaos that is Holy Week in La Ceiba. I'll write more later this week about my transition thus far back into Honduran life.
Today though was about as normal-laureles as one could get; I visited Marta, joked with Carlos about his older brother Jose, listened to middle-aged women gossip, watched Chihua have his front-four teeth pulled by a traveling dentist, hauled water with Cristian and cleaned our Laureles house to This American Life.
I am a follower of Jesus, lover of all things Honduran and a native of Central Pennsylvania. My physical location is less than fixed and permanent but my heart and mind is ever-present in La Ceiba, Honduras.