A Peace Corps Volunteer’s Memoirs... Is there something in the lessons I learned that makes sense of why an Arab Muslim boy who grew up in America came to understand himself (and the world) more fully in Central Africa?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
la plage
3/21/2002:
at the plage. limbe. sun's going down. hear the tides. such a calming effect. relaxing. instantly. like the ebb+flow just speaks directly to our circadian rhythm. saying "relax... you're at home now." and i am. relaxed and at home.
sandy and leah are here. a couple other PCV couples, as well. saw Dr. Ndam [of the Limbe Botanic Garden] this afternoon. it sounds like i should be able to work in the garden. doing interpretation with the EE department. or in the garden. we'll see...
he needs my CV and a letter of application. i'll bring it from Douala next week. have to write it up before hand, of course. tomorrow morning... i'll try to run along the beach, insha'Allah.
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IMAGE: 1/2 a page out of my journal... thought i'd share the image i doodled as i sat along the beach there in limbe.
ReplyDelete"It's a very nice doodle" said the girl who doodles on every page when she daydreams.
ReplyDeletethanks! there'll be more over the next few weeks... guess i was doing a lot of daydreaming myself at that point. i'm afraid i don't do a lot of doodling anymore. still dreaming, though!
ReplyDeletepeace :)
mohamad
Do you remember exactly what you were thinking about when you were on the beach? Was there a cool breeze that hit your face so lightly, that when you closed your eyes, you would be afraid to open them knowing it wouldn't last long? I mean when you look back at your journal, don't you miss everything? Especially the feelings? When I read my old writings, I know I do.
ReplyDeletehmmm... i have mixed feelings when i reread my writings from cameroon. which is partly why i'm doing this. some of the posts and emotions are difficult to relive. so i feel like i'm processing... or exorcising.
ReplyDeletethe happy moments. bright and brilliant moments. the moments of presence. i like remembering and reliving those. some of them i didn't forget. some of them i did, and i'm uplifted re-reading... like mangoes in the moonlight.
stay tuned for that!
salaam :)
mohamad