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2.5 Months

Two and a half months. It has been two and a half months since I was last here. Two and a half months since I took a hot shower. Two and a half months since I ate a proper green salad. Two and a half months since I smelled air sweetened by fresh produce and the ripeness of earth. Two and a half months since I last slept on a mattress on which my body does not contour itself around pointed metal springs.

Two and a half months. It has been two and a half months since I was last here. Two and a half months of daily hugs and warm smiles. Two and a half months of John Steinbeck novels. Two and a half months of learning from scratch and from mistakes. Two and a half months of sweat (with “hot season” still to come) and a few tears. Two and a half months of fashioning a new family from a group of strangers. Two and a half months of wrestling with decades old demons and, while bruised and battered, standing firm. Two and a half months of living out of who I am – scars, beauty, questions and all. Two and a half months of doubting and rejecting certain fiction-based beliefs long held and culturally accepted. Two and a half months of grace upon grace. Two and a half months of releasing, relinquishing and removing false bindings, so hope-filled contentment and patience may take root.

Two and a half months; and a lifetime to go…

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Skype (14.09.2013)

In lapses
words spoken over one another
share     time
oceans and continents                                   separate.

filled    from                                                           afar.
Kisses blown from eight hours in the future      l   i   n   g   e   r.

A New Destination

Yes, it has been some time since I last posted — a reoccurring theme for the last handful+ of posts. In a little more than a month, however, I will be embarking on a new adventure. And with more than a few people asking how they can stay up to date on my comings and goings during said adventure, I have determined to resurrect this blog into something useable; as opposed to the blood/emotion-letting turned photo journal turned slapdash-who-knows-what, all of which had a few playlists (via 8tracks) sprinkled in for good measure.

The adventure.

After years of internal questioning, wandering, deconstructing, and healing, I will be moving . . . scratch that . . . I AM MOVING to Juba, the capital of the Republic of South Sudan (“RoSS”). I will be working for an international humanitarian aid organization that provides multi-sectoral emergency relief and recovery assistance, i.e., health and nutrition, shelter and infrastructure, and WASH (water, sanitation and hygiene).

Yes, South Sudan is a separate nation state from Sudan. South Sudan is the youngest nation in the world, not quite two years old; following a prolonged civil war, RoSS attained independence on 9 July 2011. Study an updated atlas — a map is available HERE. Start a Google news alert about RoSS. Read some interesting books about Sudan and RoSS. The world is big and we often forget about the places and people we neither see nor regularly read about in our national press.

The blog. 

I will endeavor to write and post on a monthly basis about what I am learning and witnessing whilst living in RoSS. Given my love of the photographic medium I hope to integrate photographs into my posts once I am established and better understand the cultural and historical mis/use(s) of photography in RoSS.

With one month and a few days left in my beloved home state of California I am attempting to love well the people around me, eat heaps of Mexican food, enjoy delicious West Coast fermented beverages poolside or at my preferred establishments, seek beauty in the nearby mountains and along the coastlines, and tick off a host of items on my to-do list.

May honesty, beauty, gratitude, grace, and bravery rule today and all those that follow.

Working Weekends

I have had the distinct “joy” of working through my weekend.  Nothing quite rings in the holiday cheer like 10-16 hours days filled with research and writing, and my back beginning to imitate the curvature of my 92-year-old grandma’s osteoporosis-ridden spine.  Ba humbug.

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12.3.2010 – Empty Bookshelves: Oh the Possibilities* (Orange, CA)

12.4.2010 –  Short and to the Point* (USN)

12.5.2010 – Cuppa*

– Another beautiful mix courtesy of Michael A. Muller of Threading in the Choirs.

The Last Three

11.28.2010 – Where I’m At* (Orange, CA)

11.29.2010 – Keys to “Kingdom”* (Irvine, CA)

11.30.2010 – 30 Days Past…*

– Electrolightz, “The Future”
– The Radio Dept., “The New Improved Hypocrisy”
– Badly Drawn Boy, “What Tomorrow Brings”

[More] Blue Skies and Silhouettes

11.24.2010 – Some days I Unexpectedly and Inexplicably Think of You* (Orange, CA)


Blogtrack — Today I listened to a lot of Band of Horses.  But so as not to depress you, here are some new tracks:
– Elephant Revival, “Go On”
– Salem, “Frost”
– Egyptrixx, “Chrysalis Records (feat. Trust)”

One Year!

It’s the first anniversary of “Reflections on Possibility”!  Many thanks to each of you who, for whatever reason(s), have visited this site.  I wish I had more to say, something to pithily summarize the last 365 days, but my gratitude and humble thanks is all I have to offer.

Well, my thanks, my Project 365 photo of the day, and a free download of Girl Talk’s newest album of mash-ups.

11.15.2010 – Fill the Frame?* (Irvine)








– Girl Talk, All Day — download it HERE for free.

Faulty Shutter

My camera’s shutter stopped functioning properly, so it is being repaired by the good people at Canon.  In the mean time I am making use of a borrowed camera.  Needless to say the first two photographs (11.6.2010 and 11.7.2010) show my poor use of said camera.  It can only get better from here.  Right?

11.4.2010 – Duo* (Irvine, CA)

11.5.2010 – PHOTO FAIL

11.6.2010 – Over Exposed Heart*

11.7.2010 –  Painfully Out of Focus* (Berkeley, CA)









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This is My Prayer

the daylight is its own hallelujah
I guess it is helping us to stand
bringing a hope like the morning
and some things I just don’t understand

holy holy
the bone and the gospel
the Word made flesh
dwelling among us
among us

thank You Father
for joy despite ourselves
for never really being alone
thank You for mercy, for mercy
for water that tastes like people sometimes
beautiful messy people
drinking up the water of life

You are constancy
not withholding, never withdrawing
help us remember
that the work of loving You and our neighbors
is a joy, a thanksgiving, a gift
an act of gratitude

thank You
break us and call us Your own

~ S. Masen

– Voxhaul Broadcast, “Leaving on the 5th”
– All Saints Day, “it’ll come around”