counting the days

I shouldn’t be counting the days. But yes – one month before I fly out of here. I spent the afternoon in, felt myself slipping into poetry, melancholy -mode. A billion words swirling around inside my head but unable to organise themselves into linked phrases. Wondered what life will feel like on the other side of two years of mission in Ecuador. Watched Fast Five … Continue reading counting the days

distilling melancholy

Came back to Loja from Quito the day after New Year’s, strangely heavy with melancholy. Similar sensation to coming back to an empty house after touring South America with my sister – though there was no reason that should’ve been the case. Couldn’t quite figure it out, couldn’t quite get to the heart of it, even praying over it. Then last night, an unexpected visit … Continue reading distilling melancholy