Month: June 2011

  • STUCK

    I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

    You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.

    You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.

    And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

    You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

    And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

    You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

    The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

    Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.

    Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.

    No! That’s not for you!
    Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

    Dr. Seuss

    The thing you need to know about Africa is that there is always a “thing.” That “thing” always means a delay. Which means, when traveling in Africa, plan in an entire day just for waiting. Africa is a continent whose people spend an unheard of amount of time waiting. Waiting for a document, a doctor, a bus… you name it.  It’s like the Dr. Seuss’ book Oh the Places You’ll Go where he writes about the waiting place.

    Last night, after leaving at 4am and reaching the Botswana border in record time, Ben and Alain (Ben’s traveling companion) were not allowed through. Despite being on a UN passport, Alain needed a visa he did not have in order to pass through the border. He had called ahead to the Botswana Embassy weeks before, spoken to an uninformed person, gotten the wrong information, and that person in their little office miles away brought Ben and Alain’s trip to a screaching halt.

    They drove 4 hours back from the border into Pretoria where they planned to go to the Botswana embassy early in the morning.  When they arrived at the embassy today they found that it was closed for file taking (what IS that anyway?). Tomorrow is a public holiday here in South Africa, so everything will be closed. After phoning the Botswana embassy and the Zimbabwe embassy numerous times, it has become clear that Alain can not continue the trip with Ben. This means finding another person to continue the 7 day trip with Ben, at the last minute. Or, Ben goes on alone. They are loosing precious time, and we need to figure out these next steps fast.

    If you pray, send up a prayer.

    Love,

    Kristy

     

  • COFFEE GUY IS ON THE ROAD

    He’s on the road and he’s driving this. Watch out world.

    This is what a vehicle looks like when you’ve packed it with everything you possibly can from your house. The last two days have been a whirlwind of packing and decision making… and it’s not over yet. Ben’s on the road, but he has to cover over 3,000 miles before he reaches Bujumbura, Burundi.

    We’ll try and keep you posted!

     

  • The Other Place

    sometimes I miss things

    moments from the other place

    they slip through my mind

    leave an ache as they pass

    details from another land

    leaves, sunshine, berries

    wide open spaces

    no looming walls


    snow, lefsa, winter coats

    Christmas with family

    zipping to Target

    frozen toes…


    this makes me wonder…

    I already love two places

    one filled with mangoes

    one filled with my beginnings

    can I learn to love a third?

  • Huntin’ Monkeys

    My brother came by for a visit a few weeks ago (he just hopped on a quick 30 hr flight to get here) and on his last day with us he had one request: monkeys. He wanted to see MONKEYS! To us, monkeys are a little like the neighborhood skunk that everybody hates. Annoying, a little bit dangerous, totally unpredictable and really hard to find if you are looking for them. Looking for them is like looking for a needle in a haystack. It’s like that Forrest Gump line, “You never know what you’re gonna get.”

    We packed up and went-a-huntin’ and as usual, I was totally the sceptical one. Whining on about how we might never find them, until we practically ran over them in the road five minutes after the hunt began. Sometimes, things seem a lot harder in the beginning than they actually are. I keep telling myself that in these last days before the big move. I’m especially hoping it’s true re learning French!

    Here’s what’s goin’ on:

    • Our beloved Jeep finally sold, to friends who are more like family.
    • Last Friday Ben brought home a ’99 Land Cruiser (pics coming soon). This will be our vehicle in Burundi, and Ben leaves to drive it from here (Durban, South Africa) to there (Bujumbura, Burundi) in just a few days. The drive itself will take about a week.
    • Yesterday Ben was in Cape Town, just for the day, to meet with some lovely people from Starbucks (Hi, guys!) about our project in Burundi.
    • We just found out, as we are about to move, that we have been granted permanent residency in South Africa. This is a big deal for us as a family. We feel so connected to South Africa that it just feels right to be permanent residents.
    • We set a for-sure-no-going-back moving date. The 23rd of June. It’s on people, it’s on.
    • My bedroom is covered with packed plastic bins that I am convinced will fit in the back of the Land Cruiser.
    • We found someone, after loooots of searching, who is willing to fly our Great Dane from Durban to Bujumbura.

    Do you follow us on Twitter and are you a fan on Facebook? If not, we would love it if you would! With all this activity and so little time to type, right now it’s the best way to find out what’s up with us.

    It’s the final days and our heads are swollen with details and our hearts are bogged down with the strain of goodbyes. Despite the stress, we are finding time to laugh with good friends and wrestle with the boys. Breathing deeply these last moments in South Africa, our favorite adopted land.

    Luv,

    Kristy

    photos all scott e. knutson

     

     

     

  • Peanuts for God

    Peanuts for God

    “For I am the LORD, your God,

    who takes hold of your right hand and says to you,

    Do not fear; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13

    Today I need to be reminded that I have nothing to fear. Moving my family into central Africa is peanuts for God. He’s got this one. And the next one. And the next one. That’s good to know because I’ve just recently realized that I need to label this time in my life as “really stressful.”  Organizing a move anywhere would be difficult, but into central Africa is harder. I promise you, it is. We have to pack a mobile pharmacy in case the kids get sick, taking the Great Dane with is proving almost impossible because they don’t fly a plane with a big enough cargo hold for her to fit in into Bujumbura… we get a million phone calls a day and make a million phone calls a day while trying to sort out some of the bah-zillion logistics that have landed at our door. On top of the logistics, I am trying to guide a confused four year old and a precocious one year old through this move. I am tired and overwhelmed and yes, just a little bit cranky.

    You know what’s great though? Once we made this decision to go, to move, to leave, to follow our dreams…. nothing but goodness has come. I am not saying it has always been easy, but I am saying we know our path and it feels good. Am I weighed down by all the sadness of goodbyes and am I grieving the thought of leaving? Most definitely. Tonight I could barely see through my sweating eyeballs to pack, but it doesn’t change how good it feels to be on the right path as a family. Yes, it’s hard, and yes, it’s good.

    Luv,

    me

    Image by Scott E. Knutson. Taken while visiting me, his sis, last week. Kirstenbosch Gardens, Cape Town.

     

     

     

     

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