Last summer, my son and I made our third adventure to Nicaragua.
If I tried to tell you why I keep going back, I don’t know that I could.
It isn’t an easy trip, physically, emotionally, or mentally.
It isn’t a place many people travel as tourists or find their hearts pulling them towards – unless you’ve experienced the magic.
The first time I decided to go, back in 2010, I couldn’t explain the pull. I brought my children and traveled as part of a group of strangers. Everything about the experience was pushing me outside my comfort zone.
And when I came back, my life changed.
I discovered this poem that comes the closest to expressing the visceral pull I felt, and still feel, to travel to Nicaragua. Each trip I’ve wondered if it will be my last time gazing out into the green mountainsides, the final time walking the dusty roads. I wonder if I’ll ever wake under mosquito netting to the sound of roosters, church bells, and fireworks at midnight, or if I’ll ever again taste the sweetness of a freshly picked mango after hiking through a finca.
I know there is no controlling life, but boy, do I hope I find my way back again.
I share these words as a gift of beauty, tenderness, and hope amidst dark times in our world. May you always remember the extraordinary, ordinary moments of every magical day.
There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado.
Dam a stream and it will create a new channel.
Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet.
Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground.
The only safety lies in letting it all in –
the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures, and success.
When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your
vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth.
In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.
~ Donna Faulds
I found this tender poem on the website, A First Sip.