The unpracticed art of “being”
I think people easily forget that we are human-BEINGS. With the pace of people’s lives I see all-around me, I would naturally think we are human-DOINGS. The other day I was getting my hair… Continue reading
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Acceptance and Love.
A friend of mine died last month. Jeanne and I spent many hours with him, sitting on our porch drinking coffee and engaging in stimulating conversation. He was an intelligent, yet unkempt man… Continue reading
Vacation like a philanthropist
Last week, I woke up at 5:30 one morning. I made a French Press for me and my roommate and then I climbed back on my bed and wrote in my journal for… Continue reading
Timing is Everything. Especially God’s Timing.
In September of 2009, I went out to my dad’s to spend some quality time alone and with God. My dad and step-mom live on a beautiful farm in Arlington and I knew… Continue reading
Island airport tarmac = Dog park
When you live on a small island (8 miles long by 3 miles wide) you have to get creative with daily life functions…like exercising your dog. I was dog-sitting for some dear friends… Continue reading
Life on Utila – Doc Rail
Last night I went out to see the sunset and grab a beer with friends. We settled down just before sunset at SkidRow, a local restaurant/bar. We pulled two tables together and each… Continue reading
1900lbs of learning
There were so many purposes for me going back to the States for a few months and collecting books for the first ever library at Centro Educacion Basica Republica de Honduras on the… Continue reading
Oddities and specialties of Utila
My usual mode of transportation is a bike but last week I decided to walk since it’s easier to capture life, with a camera in hand, on foot. Here are some oddities of… Continue reading
Abandoned drug plane. Add it to Utila’s airplane boneyard.
There are many beautiful aspects of living here on the island of Utila. Many people think it would be absolute paradise to live on an island in the Caribbean. Before you get lost… Continue reading
No uniform. No education.
I am not sure why the Honduran public school system has this particular rule, but if the children do not come in uniform to school they are not allowed in. Many families have… Continue reading
Horses. Planes. Streets. Caribbean.
Yesterday I spent the day in La Ceiba with great friends getting special grocery items, trying to take care of internet contracts, eating Sushi and taking in the unique, primitive ways of Honduran… Continue reading
Cloud Explosion
Living on an island provides some dynamic sunrises and sunsets. This morning was no exception. Although the colors weren’t the most impressive part of this sunrise. It was the massive, exploding clouds. Enjoy… Continue reading
Children.Island.English.Trash.
Every Saturday I get on my bike and ride down to my church in hopes that the children remembered its English learning day. Sometimes they simply forget it’s Saturday. Other times they roll… Continue reading
My car: the bike
So, for the first time since my single-digit years, I get around on a bike. I haven’t got around to putting stickers on it or attaching the tassle-thingy’s on my handlebars, but it… Continue reading
Trash as landfill. Some people’s way of life.
Unfortunately, this is how many parts of the world look. A piece of land in the middle of many houses becomes the garbage dump and serves as a landfill. Unlike the American way… Continue reading
Lost car seat
Lost car seat found on the shores of Utila…