Angelina, La Bonita

When I first got to Cusco, the school director asked me if I had any experience with little ones. One of their newer students was this little one, Angelina. 2 years old, virtually no head control, hypotonic, minimal voluntary movements, with a diagnosis of CP, and likely other neurological involvement. She was significantly visually impaired, with unclear auditory capacity as well. I didn't have access to any medical record for her but I loved her and got to work with her only once or twice. 

Angelina passed away on Tuesday night. We had an anniversary celebration only hours before where I took these pictures. These beautiful images are of a little girl growing up in a tough culture, not friendly to the needs of children with disabilities of any kind. I had recognized my limited resources as a PT quickly, as Angelina could have benefited from durable medical equipment and frequent therapy from all disciplines. At the school, I was looking forward to working with her, her potential, her smile, the joy she brought to her family. These images caught that joy, and her mom that night asked me to get her copies of these pictures. Neither of us at the time knew I would be bringing them to Angelina's memorial. 

Last night when the other volunteers and I arrived in the neighborhood where the memorial was, we were struck by the number of funeral homes, flower shops, churches, and a general sense of heaviness in the air. We were gently warned that this memorial was already in full emotional swing, complete with wailing and shameless display of emotion. I was glad for it. The death of a child is something there are no polite ways around. Its horrible. I walked in the home, these precious pictures in my hand, and when it was my turn to pay my respects to her mother, her precious abuela (grandmother) spotted the pictures and broke down, thanking me for them and taking them over to Angelina's father, currently separated from her mother. What happened next I was totally unprepared for and I'm sure it will be a lasting memory with me forever. Her father, in mid cry, took them and began to cry even harder, "Mi crispita, mi corazon, mi princesa" he wailed. "My curly haired girl, my heart, my princess". I couldn't take my eyes off of him, his grief, his pain, his despair hit me to my heart. 

I had been told that an appropriate condolence was "Pesarme" meaning "Let me take your heaviness", and I felt it. If only I could have known how to say "Let Jesus take your heaviness, your sorrow, your burden" He came for this reason, he became human for this reason, to feel our grief, to be tempted as we are, to know our pain. And then took all suffering, sin and heaviness upon himself and defeated death itself on the cross. Laying down his life, and being glorified by the Father to have victory in LIFE. Life is always something to be valued. Always. The death of this precious curly haired angel reaffirmed this truth in me as I shared in the pain of this family. 

With my eyes fixed on this aching father, I saw him take my pictures and kiss them, wipe his tears with them. These images of a child taken too soon, in a culture not equipped for children with special needs, and in a family broken by the pain and heaviness of grief. "Let me take your heaviness" isn't enough. I can't, I couldn't. I am limited by the language, the culture, not to mention my humanity. The only answer I see is looking to Christ, the only thing that makes sense in a time like this, to the only One who can and will and has taken our heaviness. 

"Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. For I came to bring good news to the poor, bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners. Keep your eyes fixed on me, the way, the truth, and the life."

And life is always something to be valued.

further up 11,200 feet, literally!

Hi friends! SO. I've been in Peru for 4 full days, after an eventful 22 hrs of travel time from Virginia I made it. Higher than I've ever been in my life, I've definitely felt the altitude the last few days. Some muscle aches, headaches, but thankfully there's this magic Coca leaf tea that has been helpful (and no i can't bring you any back, its illegal) Mmmm. 

me, robbie, chelsie #roomies

steps to my apartment

Where i live: I'm living for now with this sweet host family, the de la Torres, in an apartment with two of the other volunteers at the school. 

Thankfully one of them, Chelsie, is fluent so she's been super helpful for me to start this brain exhaustion called spanish immersion. I'm 4 blocks from the school and about 15 min from the city center by taxi. 

What i've said: I definitely told my host family that my dad tells me that i eat like an airplane. I meant bird. #lostintranslation

Yair and his madre #muyprecioso

What i do: During the week I'll be at the school from about 9-1 and working with kids who primarily have Cerebral Palsy, Down Syndrome or Autism. I'm with a Peruvian doctor for 2 days of the week, and am helping implement an early intervention morning program for children under 3. The other days seem like they'll be a mix between being a classroom helper and taking kids one on one for individual therapy sessions.

What i've eaten: The food is really good! And if you know me, i eat like a bird remember? This is good news! They eat potatoes and bread and coffee and i really don't think they believe in vegetables! Jk, I've had some corn juice. Corn is a vegetable yeah? 

What i've done: A lot of city exploring, and a few of the Incan ruins around the city. The markets are awesome and not too expensive! Plus it's really cold here at night so I've needed to gear up with all this warm alpaca wear that is the softest thing i've ever felt. Today we went horseback riding through some of the ruins outside the city. A fortress called Sacsayhuaman which was completed in 1508 and is set in the most beautiful mountainous countryside!

The De La Torres kids, Andrea y Luis

#giddyup

It was the scene of a pretty gnarly battle through when the Spanish conquistadors came through and took over. I also got kicked in the leg by one of those horses ironically when I was asking what the spanish translation of "annoying american" is. I've got a bruised tibia, but thank God it wasn't my knee!!

What's dangerous: No drinking the water, its riddled with bugs and salmonella. No flushing toilet paper, also you have to bring your own toilet paper with you because for whatever reason they don't think to stock it. The shower is hooked up to anelectric water heater, so remembering NOT to touch the metal pipes is mucho importante. (Although it doesn't really matter if the heater is on because the water doesn't get above "not freezing") That's right folks, cold showers... happening not that often. Speaking of cold, it gets to 39 deg at night, and the apartment doesn't have heat, so, I call that dangerous too.

What i miss: you guys! feel free to email me or get the app called "whatsapp" for texting!

Cusco, Peru!

I'll write more detailed entries when inspiration strikes, but I'll be here plenty of time for that to happen! Mucho tiempo, prayers appreciated! lovelove

Literally.

People use that word *literally* all the time. Huh? Wait, no they don't. I always laugh a little when its used so incorrectly because its ridiculous. Like Chris Traeger on Parks and Rec, who's body is a finely tuned microchip and a grain of sand could LITERALLY shut it down... um, really? Haha. Well this summer has been such a time of letting go of what I thought is best for my life, and letting the Lord be in control. Like literally. His word to trust Him and go in faith has become more than a nice idea and literally a reality. "Sell all you have and follow me" Do you mean theoretically? allegorically? literally? I left California in June with all that fit in my car, which was essentially my only asset, and now I'm selling it. Crazy. Before we moved from the Kensington house, we had 2 major yard sales and then a come-and-get it curb alert on Craigslist to get rid of some of the miscellaneous junk still left. In Richmond, I helped with another epic mini-estate sized yardsale to downsize things at my parent's house. Goodbye attic treasures, goodbye childhood leftovers. Literally selling all that I have..

I'm leaving for Peru one week from today. Its not a glamorous trip, not a delusional escape to try to find happiness. I feel that its an extension of where i am right now- content in trusting the Lord. My car is on autotrader, I'm dropping my dog off this afternoon with his new foster caretaker, my student loans on deferment - its just not ideal. But it is an adventure that I feel 100% at peace about and that I know about 0% of what to expect. so I am literally at the mercy of God to lead and guide me, and am so thankful that He is trustworthy. Literally.

Let me close with this word of wisdom from someone who is literally the best character on televsion:

p.s. Anybody need a car?

What Makes It An Adventure

I started this blog in 2009. Clearly I am a regular blogger... hmm. So here goes: the good news! I won't update often! The bad news.. I won't update often.

So many of you kind people asked if I would be starting a blog to keep up with adventures, travels, pictures of food, the usual. And I thank all 3 of you for reading this far. To recap on the last 3 months, one of my dear San Diego Kensington roommates, Rebekah, got married to a wonderful chap named Aaron. My other dear roommate Laura and I were left with no eminent plans of marriage and therefore endless possibilities! ;) She and I packed up the house and moved on. 2 Laura's, in 2 Mazda's, with 2 dogs. (we should have started a blog then - oh the adventures) She jumped ship in northern california and my cousin Caleb, Scout and I continued to Virginia. I was planning to get a short term job as a PT, which unfortunately fell through. I have since been an office assistant, house cleaner, attic junk remover, interior design consultant, personal physical therapist to a laboring sister, aunt of the year, babysitter, calligrapher for hire, canine groomer, graphic designer, stained glass photographer, mosquito assassin, mountain biker, ebay seller, craigslisting fiend. I mean seriously... I haven't had time for a job!

Whats next? Peru. I'm leaving September 9th for 4 months at least to serve at a school, Manos Unidas, in Cusco Peru. I'll be volunteering as a PT at a Peruvian school which is specifically for children with special needs. I'll be helping the staff physician with plans of care for the kids, adjusting wheelchairs and equipment, and interacting with the families of these children as well. There isn't a defined role for me, which gives me the autonomy to prioritize and determine where the needs really are. I'm excited! And when I'm not at the school, I'll be taking spanish lessons, exploring the city, and hiking Machu Picchu, all boring stuff really.

As far as money goes, since I'm volunteering for those months, i won't be making any :) But the age old answer applies: Trust the Lord. and get creative! I've been as resourceful as I can this summer and the Lord has already provided in many ways here and there! And here is another little "here and there" that I'm starting to hopefully generate some income before and after I leave. I've started a little amateur endeavor on etsy and other online avenues.

Check out www.etsy.com/shop/doodledeedo or follow me on instagram! @doodledeedo or http://instagram.com/doodledeedo

If you are interested in helping me more consistently or without buying anything here's the link for that:
Donate to Laura (Paypal) but a paypal account isn't required, just click 'continue' on the lower left side of the screen. Thank you so much!

Thanks for sticking with this first long ramble. I've very excited for what the Lord has ahead of me. I've already been tried and tested on different levels to keep my eyes and my heart fixed on Him. This process has not been easy, and I never want my life to seem like its something that it isn't. Its more like a roller coaster between the lowest parts of the earth and outer space- at least I'm not driving! I just can't see too far in front of me and that's what makes it an adventure.

freeeeezing

Only making my way to class on one of these could make the cold worth it...

as if the world needs another blog.

Most blogs are full of random pointless and unnecessary words analogies and verbiage that no one really needs to read. (No offense to any hardcore bloggers) But that is my full intention of this blog and I'm ok with that. Hopefully in this mish mash of alphabets will somewhere be spelled something that anyone who happens upon it can say "yes. i get that." and then move on to their own lovely mish mash life. ahh life.