day 252

wind breathes life into the trees animating them with the will to walk they perch as if taking a step while the atmosphere fills with warning an ominous quiet which hints at the impending uncertainty… 9.9.17

day 251

the fears of others drape me like chains; struggle to stand, hunch with the strain. the counsel i seek resides in me and the power above felt but unseen… so await for a sign my feet in the sand salt of the sea strength of the land. 9.8.17

day 250

once again we brace for a storm mother nature’s rage supplants my own, diminished by her fury we bond in community, spiraling past all that held us down. 9.7.17

Wet Night, Sunny Morn

Last night we went out to meet the Tamil/Dominican couple we first got to know on my last visit. The power went out yesterday about noon and as of 7:00 it still had not returned. So we had to get ready in the dark, using the flashlight from my cell phone to…

The Waterbed

Photo above: motorist navigating flooding streets in Santo Domingo. It has been raining since I have arrived in Santo Domingo, from the plane’s descent with the rain thundering down, streaking the windows, drenching the runway crew, to the writing of this post, the rain has been engaged in an ongoing assault of…