I can relate to that baby. It all feels like too much sometimes -- especially when there are new places, people, sights, smells to contend with. I hope you're settling in well, Ruth.
Beginnings are hard, but often worth it. Thanks for sharing Nye's poem Ruth! Love seeing your pics and hearing about what's happening, maybe baby steps, and take in as many birds as possible… xox
Ruth, beginnings are really difficult, and then you look back and it seems like not such a big deal in hindsight. New country, new life, new challenges, new joys...wishing you love, birds, and poetry! xox
This poem resonates on many levels, Ruth - from "too much" to "won't even flinch". Sending you hugs to be able to move past the 'beginnings' and on to some comfortable middles. :)
Ruth, I finally made it to another Roundup for commenting. I think of you often. May your beginnings be filled with ease and blessings. I can't imagine picking up and traveling to a new land. A multitude of emotions must be floating in your heart. I look forward to news from a new land. This poem is succinct and full.
That poem really captures the difficulties of beginnings. Transitions are hard - wishing you the best as you continue to manage the transitions in your life.
There is just something about Naomi Shihab Nye that makes me think - long after I read her poem, making me want to revisit her words yet again. This is one of those poems. "How far is it to the land we left?" The dispossession is keenly felt, and the adult's resignation towards the end.
I've been privileged to live in three of the world's great cities (Nairobi, Port-au-Prince and Asunción, Paraguay) as well as spending time in many others (including nine weeks in Paris as a college student). I just moved to a new city: Kampala, Uganda. I've also lived in smaller towns in three countries. In all of those places there have been difficult days, but I've never found a city or town yet where God is not, and I don't anticipate finding one in the future, either. The name of my blog comes from the song "Love is Always There," by Carolyn Arends.
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I can relate to that baby. It all feels like too much sometimes -- especially when there are new places, people, sights, smells to contend with. I hope you're settling in well, Ruth.
Yes....too much when new, tender. Unaware. But the growing aware and comfortable part is hopefully full of lots of joy, especially for you and Steve.
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Beginnings are the hardest. Nye says so much in so few words. Thanks for sharing this. Hugs across the miles.
Beginnings are hard, but often worth it. Thanks for sharing Nye's poem Ruth! Love seeing your pics and hearing about what's happening, maybe baby steps, and take in as many birds as possible… xox
So much truth in such a little thing...poem and person. Beautiful!
The title is my favourite line.
Ruth, beginnings are really difficult, and then you look back and it seems like not such a big deal in hindsight. New country, new life, new challenges, new joys...wishing you love, birds, and poetry! xox
Perfect for your life right now. Perfect for all of life.
This poem resonates on many levels, Ruth - from "too much" to "won't even flinch". Sending you hugs to be able to move past the 'beginnings' and on to some comfortable middles. :)
Ruth, I finally made it to another Roundup for commenting. I think of you often. May your beginnings be filled with ease and blessings. I can't imagine picking up and traveling to a new land. A multitude of emotions must be floating in your heart. I look forward to news from a new land. This poem is succinct and full.
That poem really captures the difficulties of beginnings. Transitions are hard - wishing you the best as you continue to manage the transitions in your life.
There is just something about Naomi Shihab Nye that makes me think - long after I read her poem, making me want to revisit her words yet again. This is one of those poems. "How far is it to the land we left?" The dispossession is keenly felt, and the adult's resignation towards the end.
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