Tuesday, June 29, 2010

5 Minute Write

So we're leaving for Scotland in a few short days, and it's all I can do to keep from turning into butter ala Little Black Sambo's tiger.Maybe a more beautiful tiger reference would be William Blake's
Tyger tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 Yes, definitely more lyrical than Little Black Sambo, although that's not too hard. But the real question is, how did all these tigers get into the blog post? Oh yes, the racing round and round, and the bright burning.
Somehow these seem apt words to describe my days of late. (Unfortunately, Rosa as Roaring Tiger also has applied from time to time, especially with the Littles.)
I know I will have more time to write once we are returned; the problem ,of course, is that all the interesting stuff is so much better told in situ; not made rosy or dull by recollection.

It's interesting going back to a place where we once lived. I know you can't go home again, and all that. People change, we've changed, definitely. I say there's nothing like children to help mold and shape you, for better or for worse. I think for better in our case, with the added bonus of lots of anecdotes and a strange proliferation of single baby socks in my purse.
So things will be different, and we're trying to plan for that. Leading this team, bringing our two children, doing the work that God has set before us, these are all different sorts of things that will require skill, acumen and a certain level of thinkums that I am afraid will be in absentia; especially for the first few days.
But all the pieces are falling into place. Everyone has their funding, the British government is expecting us and our shiny new visas, the YWAM base is expecting us, the Environmental Group is expecting us, the biggest challenge on our list these days is the time to pack, deal with team accounting matters (eek!), figure out what to read on the plane, and oh yes-gotta clean and sharpen the Felco's. It's BYOC ( bring your own clippers), and mine are in desperate need of attention!