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6/6/2012 -   Kalinisa, Kenesh Village, Kyrgyzstan 99% REPAID (currency exchange loss)

6/6/2012 -   Lama, Jordan LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/12/2012 - Mujeres de Xeconjom Group, Guatemala LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/12/2012 - Nuevo Horizonte Group, Mexico LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/18/2012 - Miriam, Negev, Israel LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/18/2012 - Noem, Ang Snoul, Cambodia  LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/20/2012 - Phally, Takeo Province, Cambodia LOAN REPAID IN FULL

7/10/2012 - Carmel, Cadiz, Philippines LOAN REPAID IN FULL 

8/4/2012 -   Julia, Boane, Maputo, Mozambique LOAN REPAID IN FULL

8/4/2012 -   Khishigjargal, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

8/11/2012 - Miladys Dayana, Barranquilla, Colombia
LOAN REPAID IN FULL

9/23/2012 - Dugarmaa, Arhangai, Mongolia LOAN REPAID IN FULL

9/29/2012 - Divino Niño Jesus Group, Caaguazú, Paraguay LOAN REPAID IN FULL

9/29/2012 - Armando, Tonala, Mexico   LOAN REPAID IN FULL

10/17/2012 - Doraliza, Ica, Peru LOAN REPAID IN FULL

10/27/2012 - Sola, Bilasuvar, Azerbaijan LOAN REPAID IN FULL

11/27/2012 - Sergio, Huatusco, Mexico LOAN REPAID IN FULL

11/28/2012 - Sophie, Yaoundé, Cameroon LOAN REPAID IN FULL

12/29/2012 - Paradi De Dolval Group, Trou-du-Nord, Haiti
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12/29/2012 - Makieu Andrew's Group, Kenema, Sierra Leone LOAN REPAID IN FULL

12/30/2012 - Alia, Wihdat, Jordan

1/1/2013 -     Prudence 3 Group, Brazzaville, Congo LOAN REPAID IN FULL

1/8/2013 -    Marcia De Jesús, El Sauce, Nicaragua
LOAN REPAID IN FULL

1/21/2013 -  Caroline, Toluca Lake, United States

2/5/2013 -    Diana Cecilia, Huaraz, Peru 99% REPAID (currency exchange loss)

2/20/2013 -  Lorna, Poblacion 3, Clarin, Misamis Occidental, Phillipines LOAN REPAID IN FULL

2/20/2013 - Kwamboka, Nyamira, Kenya

3/15/2013 - Halima, Malindi, Kenya LOAN REPAID IN FULL

3/15/2013 - Mwanaisha, Malindi, Kenya LOAN REPAID IN FULL

4/25/2013 - Leda Del Rosario, Managua, Nicaragu LOAN REPAID IN FULL

4/25/2013 - Seda, Ujanis village, Syuniq region, Armenia
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5/15/2013 - Vilma, Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines LOAN REPAID IN FULL

5/19/2013 - Teimuraz, Kutaisi, Georgia LOAN REPAID IN FULL

6/20/2013 - Leonora, Bogo, Cebu, Philippines

6/20/2013 - Sherry, Knoxville TN, United States

6/28/2013 - Zahava, Kiryat Ono, Israel

6/28/2013 - Ilkin, Azerbaijan

7/25/2013 - Sine, Albania

7/25/2013 - Luzdina, Pucallpa, Peru

7/25/2013 - Wossidji Iv Group, Warinibougou, Mali LOAN REPAID IN FULL

9/5/2013 -  Norma Carolina, Managua, Nicaragua

9/2/2013 -  Nubia Teresa, Montería, Colombia

9/22/2013 - Salina, Kapsabet, Kenya

9/29/2013 - Purevsuren, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

9/29/2013 - Sambath, Kampong Chhnang Province, Cambodia LOAN REPAID IN FULL 

10/1/2013 - Rinat, Beit Shemesh, Israel

11/3/2013 - Asiya, Ibanda, Uganda

11/3/2013 - Nafisakham, Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan

11/13/2013 - Harriet, Bombo Road, Uganda LOAN REPAID IN FULL

11/13/2013 - Elizabeth, Naivasha, Kenya

11/14/2013 - Sonia Antonieta, La Esperanza, Intibuca, Honduras

11/26/2013 - Lidia, Cochabamba, Bolivia

12/11/2013 - Teresa Aracely, Osicala, El Salvador

1/4/2014 - Queren Yined, Bogota, Columbia

1/4/2014 - Jorge Carlos, Cochabamba, Bolivia

1/9/2014 - Esther, Sanniquellie, Liberia

1/19/2014 - Sarim, Siem Reap, Cambodia

1/20/2014 - Betty, Kampala, Uganda LOAN REPAID IN FULL

3/4/2014 - Hulkarkhon, Khujand, Tajikistan

3/4/2014 - Fenehas Jason, Hoima, Uganda

3/6/2014 - Maa Bastaren Group, MURIBAHAL, BALANGIR, ODISHA, India

4/10/2014 - Karine, Vanadzor, Armenia

4/10/2014 - Mona, Araara, Israel

4/10/2014 - Nermin, Kosova LOAN REPAID IN FULL

4/10/2014 - Juana Patricia, El Salvador

4/17/2014 - Mentari Group, CILACAP, Indonesia

4/17/2014 - Analiza, Segatic Daku Misamis Occidental, Philippines

4/17/2014 - Shahnoz, Dushanbe, Tajikistan

4/17/2014 - Susana Del Rosario - El Salvador

5/25/2014 - Violet, Kasse, Uganda

5/25/2014 - Alba Del Socorro, Somotillo, Nicaragua

7/13/2014 - Parbati Shg Group, Junagarh, Odisha, India

7/14/2014 - Trinity, Hurungwe, Zimbabwe

7/14/2014 - Madina Khaitsa, Nakaloke, Uganda

7/18/2014 - Alicia Afua, Mallam, Accra, Ghana

7/18/2014 - Alicia Afua, Mallam, Accra, Ghana

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    Wednesday
    Feb032010

    What I miss when I'm away



    Sometimes I just have to get off the continent. You know how it is. It can all just get a bit much: the big skies, the open space, these things that I love but can loathe in equal measure. Here life is chaotic and colourful, it can be wild and intense. Maybe it’s the intensity that does it, makes you yearn for things that are just, well, normal. Not that we don’t have that too, life here is not so different from anywhere else...it just seems bigger. It can make you feel so blissful; the little things like driving through a ‘migration’ of butterflies, literally thousands of them crossing the road for about an hour. Sitting in the garden with J the other night watching a “Wolf’s Moon” that rises up by the mountain, over-bright and full, chilly by now and shivery but the wine tastes so damned good and you just can’t go back inside. Chucking our bedrolls into the car and going to camp out in the bush on the western side of the mountain. We drive for hours, looking for a good tree and a good view, set up camp when we hear the sound of elephants rumbling not so far away. J sees birds that he’s never seen before, that makes him happy. I smile, yup this is what it’s meant to be.

    It can also sometimes knock the stuffing out of you.

    So I fly away. I go back to England and the minute the plane lifts off, wheels up from the tarmac at Kilimanjaro International Airport (grand name for a small airport, did you know that it’s actually the alternate landing strip for the Space Shuttle? I hope it’s true), I take a deep breath. The possibilities over the next weeks are endless: café lunches and bookstore browsing, and the joys of supermarkets where you can buy anything; gas that comes out of the wall into the back of your cooker, and lights that come on all the time. Walking outside barefoot in the grass without worrying about treading on something nasty, seeing friends, family, people I love.

    But at some point, usually after about 10 days, I start to get a bit edgy. I’m on a London street and I look up at the sky, only I can’t see it...too many blasted skyscrapers in every direction. I miss not hearing the rain on our tin roof (remind me of that when I’m here, and it’s so loud I can’t sleep), I miss the smell of the new rain on dry earth...anyone who has smelled that will know exactly what I mean. I miss the person that I am when I’m here.

    I land back at Kilimanjaro early evening and disembark, sometimes the heat and the humidity can be like walking into a wet blanket. But as we start climbing up into the foothills, windows down and fresh cool air pouring in, I smell what I miss most...wood smoke and damp vegetation, the coffee bushes are all around and the mountain rises way up over me...it feels good to be back.

    When this is posted Thursday morning I shall be on a plane en route to Zambia. Back in a week. Have a good one....safari njema.

    Reader Comments (19)

    Lovely, lovely, post, I'm going to have to head over to your blog to find more because one cookie is rarely enough for me.

    I can relate to what you are saying in many ways. Whenever I go back to Atlanta, I feel a rush of excitement to see the people I love and the places I tend to miss, but it doesn't take long for me to feel as if I cannot take a good breath as the city tension begins to undo the breathing lessons I've learned living a rural village in Cornwall.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterElizabeth Harper

    You transport me, Eliza. I can see it in my minds eye and feel as though I am there, sitting in your garden with you gazing upon your mountain.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterToni Johnson

    This reminds me of those quotes that say you can't really understand love without hate or light without darkness or health without pain, etc, Eliza. I'm sure it's true. It's so easy to become complacent with what we have, wanting a change of scenery, until we see the alternative. Actually, I think it's also something about Home. I've thought of this so many times in all my travels: if we didn't have the instinctual longing to go back home, most of us never would!

    Most of us reading this will probably wish for the day when we can visit your neck of the world, baased on how beautifully you've described it...and then will be happy to go back home to our windmills and canals and boat harbors and fabulous church architecture, clock towers, sundials, etc. :D

    Enjoy your travels...and come back home safely.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterGinnie

    It reminds me that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'..and that we sometimes don't know what we have until it's taken away. Your description of the stunning landscape in which you live makes me want see this beautiful country of yours. Until then - I'll have to take it all in thru your words and images.

    Happy and safe travels!!!!

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMarcie

    thanks for sharing, love it!

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterpetra

    'sometimes the heat and the humidity can be like walking into a wet blanket' - beautiful writing and i loved this phrase - perfect analogy. have a happy trip x

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterReluctant Memsahib

    Enjoy your visit with family. Loved your image. I sat a long time enjoying "the view," imagining the sounds.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSue

    one day you must tell us how you ended up in the wild! it may not be wild but to me it sounds wild.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentermargie

    I've always thought I was lucky to live where I do, west/central PA, where I don't worry about too many wicked weather occurences and life is on the slow side. But once in a while I feel we are too average. Average birds, average flowers, average trees. Thank you for the beautiful description of a place not so average. Farmergal

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFarmergal

    I grew up - my teenage years mostly - in Southern Arizona, surrounded by space, space, space and mountains, living in the desert, returning home to Texas when I was in my mid 20s. It took years to begin to love all these Texas trees, to grow used to the fact that I never seemed to know east from south. I have, and it is home, but the desert and all that space and sky stay with me. They changed who I am. Africa has changed you into you, it seems, and I am grateful to be privy to a few glimpses, to smell the wood smoke with you, see the coffee bushes, sit in th emidst of those butterflies. I will carry that image with me into my rainy tree lined day. When you return you must tell me about YOUR trees. ;-)

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersmithkaichjones

    Another old saying comes to mind: "The grass is always greener on the other side." Not per se, that you yearn for better things...just different things form time to time. I was just saying the other day to my J (hee) how I am stuck in the routine of sleep, eat, work and traveling the same roads, I have taken so many pictures on. We all need a little change of scenery to refresh our Vision of the World and to make our Verbs more meaningful with the wisdom from our new journeys. ( nice transition back to the blog, huh?) :)

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKen

    Others flee the city to the country to relax and enjoy the quiet. I can only go so long before I crave colour, noise, smells, food, art, music and people so I flee to the City for a break. This post rang so true for me, thank you for sharing. Safe travels - enjoy that first coffee in a cafe!
    xo

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKath

    That photo is breathtaking! I live on the edge of London so within a few miles I can take advantage of either the city or countryside. However that is incomparable with the big skies, open space and widelife that you have there!

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFlighty

    Great photo.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBo Mackison

    This is gorgeous. With direct, honest language you described a beautiful place you clearly love, and took me there with you. Very nicely done, indeed.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeborah

    London? Other destinations are available! What an awesome sky.
    The first time I experienced heat and humidity, stepping off a plane in Singapore I described it as being like standing in wet clothes in front of an electric fire. I found it sapped me of energy, would I have adapted if I'd been there long enough?

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterUphilldowndale

    You said “Sometimes I just have to get off the continent.” It really resonated with me. I do have to get off the American continent and go back home, to Paris, France, sometimes. I think that when you leave your country for many years and become a citizen of another country, you don’t just happen to have two passports, you have two countries and you don’t really have one. You are an expat in the new country, an immigrant, but your original country has moved on, and when you go back you don’t recognize it all or don’t like what has changed, it is no longer the same country you loved. I mean when I am in Atlanta I miss Paris, but after a while when I am in Paris I miss Atlanta. Different things, different politics, different times – “tout passe, tout lasse, tout change” (am not sure how to translate, maybe: everything goes away, everything tires away, everything changes.) But your sky is superb.

    February 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterVagabonde

    Sometimes we have to get away to realize what we already have. Beautiful image Eliza and I can imagine you on the porch drinking tea in the morning sun looking at the peak of Kilimanjaro.

    February 5, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterFrida

    Thanks for sharing this with those of us who cannot go.

    February 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterDeborah Carr

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