At the request of C. Terrell Williamson:

it was brought to my attention that i have become a sort of blogging failure so here i am trying to rescue this dreadfully sinful reputation i've made for myself...

i presently have the flu and am sweating it out in the intense heat of my tin-roofed lil home.
i have a tissue in my nose and i cannot breath.
i took a couple of benadryl about half an hour ago therefore the computer screen is beginning to have a bit of a spin to it.
i most certainly don't feel like 'blogging' at this time but can assure you i will return in the near future with loads of interesting stories and information to share.

until then, churrell, this certainly is a start...not a real promising one but it'll have to do.

and how do you do pictures again?

this little being is a part of mine.





















she is my love, my sister, my baby, my heart - my lucybelle.

post post post

love. word. peanutbutter. sharpies. lucydog. a car. your mom. a thought. booksss. home. news. fake fingernails.

:

Susanna S. Kivette, MD
Peace Corps
PO Box 9536
Pretoria 0001
South Africa

lucy goose.

this dog. i will miss. and i will cry. am.

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might i mention. weakening. yes, this too. all for the greater. the balance and the share.

packing. packing. thinking. planning. imagining. anticipating. learning. questioning. loving. reaching. letting go. strengthening. crying. praying. wanting. seeking. hoping. stretching. loving. introducing. transforming. smiling. soaking. hating. resting. packing.

why words alone, separated by flooding periods? some times it's so much that that expression of openness in thought and reference is the only thing lending itself to truth. of the moment. these questions: what am i spending the most time with here? what is most worthy, quintessential to letting love, appreciating those individuals and beautifully letting go? in living, why is what takes precedence in energy and self that which is most menial, least fundamental and essential? ...just a matter of time being the essence? in relation to what? living in these moments; they feel like they're mine, God's. yet, doubt. fear.

i have so much to be thankful for. gratefulness takes work. work through and into each passing moment. a choice. to be happy. and to be love.

a wise old friend said today, "what doesn't kill us makes us stronger." these words mean more than i have eyes to see. these times. moments. this life. so great and beautiful.

two weeks from today. tuesday. in a hotel room in phillyPA with some crazy, new awesome people and -ness. and life-ness. wowzers.

i can't wait to go hold me some o' my babies. sing songs and play games. learn somethin'. dreams into reality. learning some thing too, about that deep road's winding way these days.

love to so much. rest knowing i've work. to share in more gratefulness than i was in today. share in more in this moment than i was in the last. the moon was beaming this night - my sister.
"pay close attention." --- resounding in all of this. thanks to the life.
and all the love. to give and be given. circle.
rest.

-me

g'mornin' folks...

so let's see here --- i leave in, wait. ha. i haven't even looked at a calendar in basically over a month. it seems that not knowing my present time frame in relation to my s.africa frame makes my life easier right now. i can enjoy the time that i'm living in, do my thing, check-off my list(s), and not get too overly anticipatory about this departure. my flight to philly, where my staging will instill, is actually the morning of the 17th. heading to raleightown on the 14th where my weekend will commence with an appearance at my mom's cochlear implant bar-be-que in chapel hill. george's fouth birthday is on sunday in raleigh - so grateful that i get to share in that. funny ol' mister time, huh... so about this safrica thing: there seems beyond what i'm truely delving my mind and heart, an ocean of questions, wonderment, detailed and intricate pictures to painted of such a life. i haven't much gone to this space. as an old, wise friend once said, "don't get precious about what's not precious." --i can only maintain so much. only so much capacity for perspecting at the future. and God, o so great in this. let me tell you all a little story. i was in big lots (God loves) a couple of days when i ran into an old friend from elementary/middle school. we had a lovely jovial time reminiscing, when i began to tell her my plans. i got as far as the "...i'm going into the peace corps--" when she said, "o my gosh...my finance and i have a dear friend who's actually going to south africa!" me = o really, friend. funny. ain't life funny. sweet. said person, who now has a name (marie) and a voice (she's a character!), will be joining me on my flight to philly, time there and all the three months of pre-training in country. i mean, come on guys...out of the ninety (ninety) u.s. citizens becoming volunteers south africa there are two that call boone home. crazylove. an answer...to questions, to worries. God. in this indefinitely.

ukay, so here's the frame of reality. my calendar says this: i leave boonehome two weeks from tomorrow. i leave boonehome two weeks from tomorrow. whoa.mama.

this is a great, big, crazy, scary, wild journey.
hey, but who's coming to play one of these days? i'd love...

blessings and care taken to all. love.
i'be seein' you soon...

-me