I hate to admit it…
(because it might be just a little bit cheesy)
but I saw myself in these pitiful jute coffee sacks.
What is it
about life here…
that keeps me so totally raw
all
of
the
time?
As if THAT NEEDLE is passing through
me
EVERY
DAY.
Do you know what the French word for DAY is?
journee
I can’t help but see the symbolism.
Every
DAY
is
A
JOURNEY.
(I am SHOUTING that, right NOW)
Throughout this
JOURNEY
HERE in THIS PLACE
I have felt so totally out of control.
As if I was loosing my mind, my soul, my everything.
Well, you guys know…
you’ve had to
But the clouds are clearing.
The holes seem to be mending.
SOMEONE
is
piecing us all
back together.
One
stich
at
a
time.
A new season is
HERE…
and
the coffee harvest
is only a few weeks away.
love,
me
Coffee bag mending for the 2012 season
Gacokwe Washing Station, Burundi
ISO 400, 1/1600 sec, f/1.6 (if you care about that stuff)
My daughter has just been on an overland through Africa trip for 8 months and she passed through Burundi. She was very interested in all the coffee plantations throughout East Africa as I have a coffee roasting business and buy all my coffee from East Africa. She sent me the link to your web site and suggested that I might enjoy it. What a treat! I have loved looking through everything and salute your spirit of adventure. As a Christian, I can relate to The Carlsom Mantra 100%. Keep up the fantastic work!