worn, but moving

06Jul11

It never ceases to surprise me how logic always gets altered by emotions, and alternately, how emotions are confounded by logic. In some ways, part of the growth and way of being here, has been all about coming to terms with both of those and perhaps, a way to describe compassion be logic and emotion integrated….

To wrap June up, this was the lineup:

-trips to the oblast center for supplies for projects / finalizing transfer technicalities

- a 3 week ’camp’ that had its moments of coolness. Next year, I think students will understand camp doesn’t mean you can play uno all day.

-within the camp, taught about mosaics and began the long-anticipated/dreaded mosaic project

-highlight of the mosaic project  to elicit street cred: worked for 7 straight days on the mosaic to put tile on the wall: to include receiving an awful sunburn, and staying past dusk once. Then, was forced to take a 4 day break due to weather restrictions. Throughout our 3 weeks of the project, awesome sitemates = the project kept moving towards completion. We’re almost finished – it just needs sealer and ultimate cleaning.

-part of me is really disappointed in the grout and the color, but that’s the part that’s been working too close to it.

-somehow, MASCOT CAMP is fully funded! We were moments away from sending an adjusted budget, when I looked and saw that the project wasn’t online. For us, we feel that this is a huge miracle. Thank you so much to everyone who donated! Kolya and I are very extremely happy that we get to step boldly and with a good budget into everything camp related. Here’s to the process of shifting dreams into reality! Seriously, ultimately, thank you!

….Leaving my town was really hard. Logically, I prepared myself that there wouldn’t be much of a difference between here and there, but emotionally, I was nowhere near prepared to leave what had been my home for the last two years. Basically, the reality is: in 10 months when my contract does actually end, I’m going to be a typhoid wreck.

For now, it’s the transition into living where I am, drawing colossal shoes for myself and rapidly growing into them. Part of me is overwhelmed and wondering whether or not I can, but the other part, is very excited to discover, change, and grow into life’s clown shoes.

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