I never expected my heart to be broken this weekend. I never expected to sit in a training workshop and sob. But, then, God never does the expected in my life. As of Saturday evening, I am now a trained DONA doula (much more on this in the coming weeks and months). For years, I... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 4
Dear David, It is 12:35 p.m. in Dakar right now. Lunch time. Maybe. Last year, food was often late. Never once, however, did a single student complain. They had made a student-initiated pact at the beginning of the trip to not whine about anything. Although they were pushed to their spiritual, emotional, and physical limits, they... Continue Reading →
