|My sillies from 2A on the last day of school|
Monday, July 8, 2013
I can't believe I've been home for about 10 months now, and still miss Honduras like it's been my home for years. I'm not sure how you can spend more than 25 years in one country, in one state, then suddenly after only a year my "normal" isn't my life in the States anymore. There are so many things I miss about Honduras, but also so many things I'm enjoying now that I'm back in the US. I finished my first semester back in school with a 4.0. Four A's and I was so darn proud of myself! I also got certified in a dynamic body balancing technique, craniosacral therapy and myofascial release. I feel like the world has opened her arms to embrace me in the most wonderful way. Things keep happening in the most "perfect-timing" only His timing can create, and I love it. I'm trying to take my dad's advice and learn to write shorter posts, so I won't drown you in all the details, but things are great. It's like I'll be thinking about something, and then an opportunity will present itself. And that really makes me smile.
I'm almost done with my summer semester. Hoping to finish all the drafts that never got posted, and looking forward to reminiscing on the trips and events with my students I didn't get a chance to share on here last year.
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.
-Joseph CampbellSo things are great, but I do miss my kiddos! The sister of one of my students found me on Facebook, and I was able to chat with her for a bit--in ENGLISH! So proud of all 49 of my smarties :) School is out for summer, and it's crazy to me that my little second graders are going to be big fourth graders. A year already?! I recently received a care package from my Honduran family, and that was amazing. The man I called abuelito has a son who lives in Manassas. He called me and said he had a gift from my abuelito and other people from his church! Apparently he hadn't been home in seven years, and just went for a two week visit. While he was there they asked how close he lived to Falls Church, and he offered to get me a package. It was so nice getting all their letters, and they even sent coffee and treats.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
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