Monthly Archives: December 2013

This is sacred ground

This is sacred ground. This is holy ground. This place where the light splits and flickers on the stone floor next to the hundred year old carved wooden kneelers. This place where we pray cross legged on the red carpet in front of the altar. This is sacred ground. The faded chalk runs a little in the heavy rain. A sweet little girl looks eagerly out the window asking “can we go outside yet?” As the sun warms the footpath, i watch her giggle as Continue reading →

News about Overland from Oz Special Updates

Do you want inside scoop? Maybe, you’re a teacher and you’d like to incorporate some of the educational materials produced from or about this project into your syllabus or lesson plans…or you’re a youth worker, or involved in an IFES group, or a boy scout, girl scout, or girl guide leader? Maybe you like traveling and want to follow along? Maybe you know people in some of the places I’m going – or you have a suggestion? The Overland from Oz Map Maybe you’d like Continue reading →


I dislike the feeling that will my chest will implode for lack of oxygen coming into my lungs. My leg nervously goes up and down as I sit on the final plane we will share for a while. We don’t speak about the partings. He barely let’s go of my hand. He knows what that tapping means. Yet, I know that this is a hard day for him too. We don’t speak about the partings. But it’s all we think about. He senses me getting Continue reading →

Not prone to Giddiness; or I knew I was falling in love

I think that was the first time I made her laugh: the time I told her that I wasn’t prone to giddiness. I was having trouble sleeping because there were only about 5 hours till I had to get up to go and meet her brother in law at the airport. Yeah, that. There’s an extraordinary sweetness about meeting each other in airports. Then there’s the suckiness of having to say goodbye. The hello’s are mighty sweet. Possibly even okay to get giddy over. The Continue reading →


I found some of the letters she had written me yesterday. I came upon them accidentally. In these I read her heart. Her love for her family – for me – and her sense of humour. In them I feel her sense of adventure. The same sense I‘ve inherited. I feel her certainty, her doubt, her hope, her fears. They break my heart and fill me with joy at the same time. Inexplicably. hopefully. My grandmother’s prayer is now my own: God grant me the Continue reading →