Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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April on Mount Tabor
Friends, life has been rich and adventurous lately. This week alone we lived intensely. We drove to Bucuresti to a coffee covers conference and promoted more our Wanderlust Coffee Company. This trip was a success from many points of view. At first, I tended to let Conrad do His thing, be his passionate, knowledgable, coffee…
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Time to think
Sometimes, if I open the window and close my eyes, the intermittent gusts of wind in this narrow valley remind me of the ocean. Spring has certainly arrived at Valea Chintaului, and we are enjoying every moment of it. Every day the grass gets greener, filling in our view from the bedroom. As much as…
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Close to Heaven
I have been saying yes to way more invitations than I normally would. As soon as I get going, I don’t regret it. On the contrary. But I am haunted by efficiency. No trip to town has just one purpose. No social event is just that. My parents loved yesterday. So did my friends. And…
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April
We run away from pain and discomfort. It’s a natural tendency of self-preservation. Though it is said that it’s best to let it run its natural course. I do that when I’m sick. No medication. Mainly to be able to listen to what my body is trying to tell me. I am also talking about…
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Another full week
Monday we had a wonderful time with the young women, a reevaluation and a touch base, hearing feedback from each of them on the idea and need of vulnerability or transparency in the group. It was refreshing. Tuesday we gathered to study together and discuss fervently. We definitely need a purpose and structure reevaluation here.…
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Divergent
As a sort of follow-up to Vio’s post. One line reminded me of a conversation I had with some of the young people here. We are not a brainless river… and even the river can reshape it’s riverbed with force, determination and a little help. We went to go see “Insurgent” the other night with…
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A conversation worth having
I worried that I will forget myself, that everything I learned and felt differently, if I don’t get it out as fast as I could, it would get buried. But I had to also trust my instinct. It didn’t feel right to talk over others, to impose my view, to ever start my conversations “in…
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Meeting #2
Remember that speed-talk meeting we had with two ladies at the Child Protection office in Cluj exactly a year ago? Today I mustered up the courage and energy to go straight back to the same tall door and knock confidently. We knew more this time. It’s crazy how small and powerless that visit made me…
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Long awaited visit
Quote of the day: “We abandon the most important journey of our lives when we abandon desire. We leave our hearts by the side of the road and head off in the direction of fitting in, getting by, being productive, what have you. Whatever we might gain–money, position, the approval of others, or just absence…
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Creativity
There is one major upside to living in Cluj. The creative society is thriving, and we don’t have enough time to be part of everything, though time seems to be the one abundant commodity. People with passion, ideas, connections, resources, places and wonderful stories are connected like the nervous system. This week alone we met…
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What’s the point of learning the hard way
…things that you won’t have to do again anytime soon. I ask questions, but not nearly enough. People still assume I know how to navigate the system, being a Romanian and all, but in certain areas I simply don’t know what I don’t know. Anticipating the next steps for the poor citizen in line is…
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Care Package
We received a care package today from my grandmother. After a couple weeks, and multiple inquiries as to whether it had arrived, we got it, and admittedly, we had high hopes. Alas, when we opened the box (rather, when the customs guy opened it in front of us) we were rather nonplussed. In the medium…
