Fingerprints All Over My Heart:
At Home-Day 3
Well folks I think I am going to live. Still clearing up my cold, so taking advice and drinking water and resting. I thought that it would be helpful to my mental and heart processes for me to write out a few little "cameos" on the dear midwives, and some of my deeper impressions of Shiphrah and the Philippines. These next few posts may be a bit of hodgepodge, but I want to do this while the impressions are still sharp. I will be including pictures as well when possible thanks to the photographic efforts of my friend Rachel Hodges Jamison. It was a time of great personal growth and though my actions did not always meet with my own approval (I am TRYING to learn to be easier on myself), I think that in the end, even my human fallibility will become an important part of the big picture. As I have said before one of the greatest pains that I carry with me is that feeling of always being "not enough" and at the same time "too much". I work hard each day to shake haunting of those twin spectres. I will forever be grateful for each moment that I shared with each individual. Those are the little gems that form the necklace of memories that I wear around my neck, and each memory is like a prayer I murmur under my breathe as the stones slip through my fingers one by one like a cherished rosary. More to come.