It seems so surreal to me that tomorrow, May 31, 2010, I'm leaving the wonderful state of Colorado. My hometown, my wonderful family, my amazing friends, my job, my car, the comfort and security that I have in my small Western Colorado town to depart on this grand and extensive journey.
It seems like it was just yesterday that I submitted my Peace Corps Application, but in reality it was February of 2009. And here I stand 15 months later, nominated, and invited to serve as a Peace Corps Volunteer.
6 weeks ago I received my invitation, and it came as a shock. I had been waiting and waiting for the moment to arrive that would tell me where my next adventure would take me, but now that it's here, I stand in shock, but ready to take flight.
I have moved out of my room, packed my bags with more essential items, such as contact solution, tampons, and toothpaste, than clothing, sold my car and said most of my goodbyes. But it is never truly a goodbye, for I'm sure that I will find myself back here once again.
So I'm taking flight, setting new roots, learning a new language and embracing a new culture. Wish me luck and stay in touch.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Article from the Glenwood Springs Post Independent written by Derek Franz
“... And I won't forget to put roses on your grave,” the band played into the spring night. Warm gusts of wind raked through the fields under a sliver of moon and pushed empty beer bottles across the concrete patio. Table cloths flapped at the edge of the lighted square, as if they, too, were waving goodbye to Molly. Friends danced and swayed lazily. A Hula-Hoop made the rounds and we all smiled at each other, knowing things would soon change, as they always do.
Molly is leaving in less than a week to spend more than two years in Ghana, Africa, as a member of Peace Corps. It has been a longtime ambition of hers for which she has worked tirelessly. Happy for her as we are, however, many of us in the valley are going to miss her ... and probably worry a little, too. After all — for my social group, anyway — Molly and her family have played a large part in making the good times happen. Her going-away party left a feeling in my chest, a melancholy voice gagged by my stretched smile that things will always be different from now on. Oh, she'll come back to us, I'm sure, but we'll all have more layers to us then.
There are some moments when I'm perfectly aware that I'm giving another chunk of my youth a sweet kiss goodbye and it's these that are so bitter-sweet, to be savored and remembered as bookmarks in a story line. There are many forms of graduation ceremonies, big and small, and each one is a formal acquiescence that our lives are changing and there's nothing we can do about it. Change is so much friendlier to those who embrace it.
Though I went to high school with Molly, I didn't meet her until last year, through mutual friends. Naturally it was at a barbecue complete with slack-lining, fire dancing, music and laughs. We sipped beers while watching sunsets. I said goodbye to her lovely long hair before she buzzed it off hours later. I flirted with her at farmers markets. I taught her some things about rock climbing, and she taught me some things about friendships between men and women. She has been a great friend. Many others would say the same.
Wishing a companion a safe and happy journey is not for the selfish or weak of heart. How many of us would hold on to someone if we could, prevent that person from following a path simply because it leads them away from us, rips us away from a bit of security? It takes courage to follow your heart, which is why each time I go to a friend's wedding or going-away party — even a funeral — I try to leave inspired by their courage though I mourn a loss. Ultimately we all travel through this life alone except for our intangible relationships to one another, as if only air connects our spirits into one.
The warm wind blew like a thousand breaths from the gods that night at Molly's party. I felt it was already carrying her away from us, like the notes that drifted into the darkness on the farm by the Colorado River. Sailors do not linger on where the wind is coming from, though — only where it is taking them. Perhaps their courage comes from the words of their loved ones that fill their sails and remind them that we are all always connected in a single journey across this present moment, for everything shifts like rolling waves, sculpting the earth. All is in motion, all is change. May we all grow together by playing our parts in a great song that drifts along into the future, which becomes present, which becomes past and then all over again, always one.
The local band — All the Wild Horses — picked the perfect song to end the night. I wish I could remember who does it, but it's the one at the end of “The Big Lebowski,” where rolling bowling balls crash into pins over and over again as the credits scroll. So on and on it goes, Molly. Nothing is the end and you'll have all the courage you need so long as you remember those notes and the sound of crashing bowling pins, and remember your friends and all the laughs still on the way. Vaya con dios.
Derek Franz can be reached at dfranz@eaglevalleyenterprise.com.
“... And I won't forget to put roses on your grave,” the band played into the spring night. Warm gusts of wind raked through the fields under a sliver of moon and pushed empty beer bottles across the concrete patio. Table cloths flapped at the edge of the lighted square, as if they, too, were waving goodbye to Molly. Friends danced and swayed lazily. A Hula-Hoop made the rounds and we all smiled at each other, knowing things would soon change, as they always do.
Molly is leaving in less than a week to spend more than two years in Ghana, Africa, as a member of Peace Corps. It has been a longtime ambition of hers for which she has worked tirelessly. Happy for her as we are, however, many of us in the valley are going to miss her ... and probably worry a little, too. After all — for my social group, anyway — Molly and her family have played a large part in making the good times happen. Her going-away party left a feeling in my chest, a melancholy voice gagged by my stretched smile that things will always be different from now on. Oh, she'll come back to us, I'm sure, but we'll all have more layers to us then.
There are some moments when I'm perfectly aware that I'm giving another chunk of my youth a sweet kiss goodbye and it's these that are so bitter-sweet, to be savored and remembered as bookmarks in a story line. There are many forms of graduation ceremonies, big and small, and each one is a formal acquiescence that our lives are changing and there's nothing we can do about it. Change is so much friendlier to those who embrace it.
Though I went to high school with Molly, I didn't meet her until last year, through mutual friends. Naturally it was at a barbecue complete with slack-lining, fire dancing, music and laughs. We sipped beers while watching sunsets. I said goodbye to her lovely long hair before she buzzed it off hours later. I flirted with her at farmers markets. I taught her some things about rock climbing, and she taught me some things about friendships between men and women. She has been a great friend. Many others would say the same.
Wishing a companion a safe and happy journey is not for the selfish or weak of heart. How many of us would hold on to someone if we could, prevent that person from following a path simply because it leads them away from us, rips us away from a bit of security? It takes courage to follow your heart, which is why each time I go to a friend's wedding or going-away party — even a funeral — I try to leave inspired by their courage though I mourn a loss. Ultimately we all travel through this life alone except for our intangible relationships to one another, as if only air connects our spirits into one.
The warm wind blew like a thousand breaths from the gods that night at Molly's party. I felt it was already carrying her away from us, like the notes that drifted into the darkness on the farm by the Colorado River. Sailors do not linger on where the wind is coming from, though — only where it is taking them. Perhaps their courage comes from the words of their loved ones that fill their sails and remind them that we are all always connected in a single journey across this present moment, for everything shifts like rolling waves, sculpting the earth. All is in motion, all is change. May we all grow together by playing our parts in a great song that drifts along into the future, which becomes present, which becomes past and then all over again, always one.
The local band — All the Wild Horses — picked the perfect song to end the night. I wish I could remember who does it, but it's the one at the end of “The Big Lebowski,” where rolling bowling balls crash into pins over and over again as the credits scroll. So on and on it goes, Molly. Nothing is the end and you'll have all the courage you need so long as you remember those notes and the sound of crashing bowling pins, and remember your friends and all the laughs still on the way. Vaya con dios.
Derek Franz can be reached at dfranz@eaglevalleyenterprise.com.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sub Saharan AfriSub Saharan Africa...?"
"Yes Sub Saharan Africa" the Peace Corps placement officer told me on April 15th as I was driving the massive work delivery truck to Denver... (focus Molly, don't drive off the road... this is where you will be placed for next 2 and some odd years of your life... big decision... think Molly, think...) "as in anything south of the Sahara Desert?"
"Correct"
"Well then... I guess I'm going to Sub Saharan Africa." (as in I could now be placed in one of the many countries south of the Sahara Desert... my oh my)
"Excellent, welcome to the Peace Corps, look for your welcome packet in the mail."
Africa??? What about Latin America... all the spanish I've been learning... What about??? All the adventures I've had planed out down there...? out the Window...
As it turns out I'll be in Ghana, West Africa... as a Peace Corps volunteer for the next 2 plus years working in the environment sector as an Agroforestry and Alternative Livelihood Facilitator. It all begins on June 1, 2010!
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