fire and creativity



sing. dance. love. east-africa style.

A couple days ago I reflected back into my time abroad. Tonight I started to read some of my 2007 blog posts that eventually created mzungu memoirs. That blog reads like a different person. I like that woman's writing style. Her fire and creativity. Her desperate search for truth. Her attempt to figure out where her "deep passion and the world's deep hunger meet" (Buechner). 

A conversation over dinner prompted the husband and I to delve into my ol' blog from days of yore. He wasn't in my life in those days, and he's still getting to know that version of myself. The blog post that wiggled it's way into our dinner? About America's role abroad, of course. Its a topic that still fills me with boomerang-style questions- questions you ask, that inevitably land right back in your own hands. 

I love re-reading the comments on that blog. Words from my mom, my brother and sister, friends and church family- their support made evident through their commitment to me across timezones. They continue to be people who love and support me. My mom and sister still read my writing, no matter how pigheaded or silly. And even now, I'm asking so many of the same questions.

That's what I'm committed to- asking. I still want to be a woman full of fire and creativity, searching for truth. Its just so easy to get caught up in life, isn't it?