The Journey to Emmaus

For those who continue in the journey of the recognition of the beauty of the road to Emmaus.


can i pull this from the air?
do i have the strength to fight?
or will i hold my tongue
til it passes through the warm and balmy night?

and a mother sets the table
cleans the dishes with her hands
passed down through the poking and the prodding
and the 'don't let this get in the way of your plans'

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
and breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
and breathe through

can i hope for something more?
can i hope for something real?
standing tall in the backyard praying to my trees
for something to feel

and i hear him pulling up
i hear the door slammed in
the slow whistle of his cigarette
and i all i want is to peel the paint
the paint from his skin

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through

and i can't let it go
can't let it go
this is the last time i'll feel it there
i can't let it go because i know
even if i shut my blinds
he's still out there
still out there

oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
oh, when it hits me
all i can do is just breathe again
breathe through
and _______ the me
and the you

Jet Lagging

It is 6:55 AM in Los Angeles and I have been awake for two and a half hours. Jet lag can be rough, especially from an area four hours away. This is where Whitney and I came from two days ago. We came from the Dominican Republic, the place where my sister lives. We spent 8 days in the country and all of them were filled with adventure! We arrived on Sunday night and after little sleep we awoke and went to see Lindsay's school. We watched her teach. That was remarkable. I think that this may be the closest thing to the pride a parent feels in watching one of their children. I was overwhelmed with watching my little sissy teach this group of 20 ninitos and ninitas. That evening we met Natan, Lindsay's boyfriend and enjoyed some a meal with one another. With the exception of checking out Jarabacoa, where Lindsay works, the next day was basically the same. We went to school for lunch and hung around the school. That evening however, Lindsay got sick, and had trouble getting out of bed. Wednesday morning, Whitney and my mom taught Lindsay's class while my dad and I built screen doors for Lindsay's house. Wednesday night we went to visit the monks. These are a group of men that live up on a mountain by themselves. Lindsay goes to teach them English once a week. We had dinner with them and received a tour of their property. It was a beautiful place. On Thursday we left for the beach... Cabarete to be more specific. At the beach we relaxed for four days and three nights. Unfortunately, Lindsay remained sick and my dad also got sick on Friday. But in the mean time we did buy some local art, adventure around Cabarete, and eat a marvelous Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing, yams, mashed potatoes, and chicken. You name it... We had it! It was awesome! In reflecting upon the trip, I am thankful for the chance to have gone. To make a long story short, from beginning to end there were providential flags surrounding us. For this reminder of the presence of God, I am thankful, as I am for the adventure of the trip. We arrived home late Monday night, and we are already back in the swing of the "rat race" of Los Angeles. I will look forward to more reflection upon the trip in the near future.

Crash

I recently looked at my blog and noticed that the last time I posted was when I was in the Apple Store to have my computer serviced. Well... My computer crashed, and I have been computerless for a long time. (A mysteriously stressful and relaxing time in my life.) Regardless, Apple gave us a new computer (SO COOL), and I thought that I would show a picture of Whitney that we took in our apartment, and take a picture of myself in the library at Fuller on the new computer to show that we are still alive. There is too much to say at this moment, and lots to do as we are packing up and heading to the Dominican in 6 days. Until the time that comes in vacation away from the rat race of life in LA... PAZ!