I continue to study my tefl (teaching English as a foreign language) and hope soon to be confident enough to take private students, or even join one of the many schools here. I take a group on Mondays at American corner, a large ever changing group that comes unstructured and somehow forms cohesion. I have reconnected with people and plans are afoot but many sit dormant as life slowly settles and the honeymoon grip is released back to friendships that demand in their own quirky ways .Like my new name that rolls around my mouth like a missing tooth I am finding my way in territory that feels both familiar and yet foreign. I celebrated fireworks night last Friday, the oddness of the occasion raised and yet overshadowed by the largest number of people I've ever seen in this small living space at one time. We played with sparklers, lit up the sky and ate baked potatoes with chili. It was foreign but it was so wonderfully relaxed and normal at the same time.
We live in the flux of one culture and another combined, a flux that is part of relationship, a flux that sometimes we forget we have always had. It's the flux and the change that inspire us to move beyond expectation, and it's the heavenly earthly flux that somehow settles me in this odd place. That other vision that turns that surreal looking trees with the few leaves at the very top into pictures of corn awaiting the harvest, and here i am hunting for the tools to even glean, and he has already provided, here am searching for seed to plan and he has already grown.