Inhale, Exhale

I just realized that I start almost every poem with โ€œAnd…โ€ as if the words that follow are simply the next breath.

Because these days I write poetry like breathing.

It began again one day about two months ago with a sudden spark of inspiration from an obscure corner of the web where one brave soul had posted beautiful, honest words.

It drove me to pick up my peach felt tip and for the first time in forever, I scrawled halting lines in the yellow notebook. Suddenly I can’t stop.

Suddenly everything and everyone is a poem and I tuck it all away in pages both physical and digital.

I chuckled to myself the other day about how my brain works โ€“ how I can bookmark certain thoughts or moments that I know will become poetry โ€“ return to them like dog-eared pages in my mind the next time I have a moment.

And every spare moment is a moment to writeโ€ฆto dream, to think, to process โ€“ in meetings, in coffee shops, tucked behind friends on motorbikes.

Some days I can’t see straight until I scatter thoughts across paper to clear the fog of them all.

Some days I can’t make sense of my heart until feelings are emptied and dealt with in lines and rhythm.

Rhythm has always been healing for me. Itโ€™s why I write, really โ€“ to breathe easy and deep.

I have discovered the stability of a soul that lives in rhythm. And even in the craziness, the absence of schedule and routine, this soul finds her rhythm.

This rhythm of inhaling and exhaling beauty and heartache in each oneโ€™s time.

And in this way you can find delight even in the tired days.

“Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered…” Luke 12:7 ESV

 

Inhale, Exhale

Indonesia Has My Heart

IMG_7610September comes and I hit the ground running.

Day one brings school ministries and lunch meetings and new faces.

IMG_8190Everyday new faces. And trying to remember all the names when most of them are Asian and unusual…I’m getting there.

Day three brings community and new-found family and I knew that very first gathering that I was all in. Happy tears. Grateful tears.

IMG_7623Suddenly I could see how everything had been leading up to this. Because all of my hobbies fall into place here and all of my skills and experience are being called on and this, this is where God has been working to bring me all this time.

It all made sense now.

Suddenly my planner is full and everyday holds new adventures and good food and genuine friendships.

IMG_8807[1]Suddenly meetings are my favorite because when great minds and big hearts get together to dream and plan, amazing things start working themselves out.

I’ve never encountered a community so passionate and creative and infectious.

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These people are changing Bali. And it won’t be long before the ripples start reaching other shores. I have no doubt.

Because here the dreams are big and the faith is bigger and impossible situations are simply opportunities for God to step in.

Indonesia has captured my heart.ย ย ย  IMG_7954

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Indonesia Has My Heart