Yes, it’s been too long since my last post. Much has been happening in my life, Guatemala never far from my thoughts or talk with friends. Responding to the invitation to help start classes in English, and eventually an entire school in Guazacapan, pulls me. I am trying to consider all possibilities without boundaries. I’ll read you a poem at the end of this post, that sums up the adventure of not knowing what the future holds.

Procrastination has been an issue, too. Not an excuse, but rather a habit that can quickly form when I have a lot going on in my life. But then I got an unlooked for reminder yesterday when a wonderful person from England included this sentence in an email to me:

” … after reading your ‘guatemala’ blog, I found it even more difficult to know what to say. I don’t think words could ever be adequate to convey the impact! …sometimes a warm hand of another can make a difference, even it it’s small. Yet it’s of worth, if one chooses to listen and accept“

This is the reason I can’t stop writing, because there is a hope I can make a difference by telling the story of the people of Guatemala, and my own story of how just eight days with these people changed my life forever.

Just this morning I met Kathryn Ford, a sweet-spirited customer service representative for a credit card company. When we were through with all the payment business, I felt very strongly that I should tell Kathryn about this blog. I don’t why. I’ve just learned to trust that intuition thing. But who knows – maybe it will change Kathryn’s life…

Click on “Read More” if you would like to hear that poem I promised you:

CHANGES

funny how change can feel good and bad at the same time

and often times a new adventure
that we know is taking us to higher places
also reveals our fear of the unknown

yet if everything were predicted,
and we could see the ending before we began,
where would be the adventure
and where would faith fit in

remember when we climbed atop
the rock walls of our childhood
and then would leap with awed abandon
fully feeling the rush of free flight,
yet never once doubting
a safe landing in our daddy’s waiting arms

it’s the same now – or should be anyway

who was it who tried to convince us
that we could jump and catch ourselves both

so walk your path today with awed abandon
knowing your father’s arms are there

don’t be fooled by fear when you can choose to soar

and though your flight is yours alone
you will never be really alone

always soaring near you will be friends
… like me

© John Hall 2008