Smoke and Mirrors

Awhile back when I was surfing the channels for something in english to watch, I stumbled across this one episode of Gordon Ramsey in Master Chef. What really got my attention was the story of this one girl who created a dish for the judges. The judges could hear the passion in her voice but couldn't taste it in her dish. What had happened is that she at the amateur level that she was at had focused on the wrong thing. She was trying to do the fancy restaurant presentations of food and in the midst of it all had sacrificed flavor. She had thought that this is what the judges were looking for.

Depending on Inter-dependance

One of my earliest childhood lessons was that asking question leads to chaos. Growing up in a chaotic, dysfunctional environment, there were messages that were indirectly taught to me. One of them was that asking for help of any kind may result in a violent outbursts and thus being punished. So I learned to never ask questions on how to do things for fear of being punished.  Unfortunately, this way of thinking stuck with me even into adulthood and it took me to realize that this mentality was still ingrained into me even though I was no longer in a chaotic situation.

Mamma Mia!!!

As I shoved the last handful of chocolate rice krispies into my mouth Sunday nite,  it was then that I heard a voice inside of me say "Do not worry about life, what you will eat or drink or your body what you will wear...."

On a normal basis, these would simply be inspirational biblical passages to warm  my heart.  But out in the middle of Latin America with barely any money left, those ancients words were food for my soul that would be the only thing I could cling to for survival day to day.

Getting Burgled and Getting Burgers

photography shown here is by Amelia McGoldrick and have been used with permission.

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Last where we left off, you learned that I had been burgled and my wallet taken along with all that was in it including the all important bank card....my only access to my money abroad. Now I could have made a bunch of emergency phone calls abroad begging for funds except God told me not to. I felt like God wanted me to just continue on my life as if nothing had ever happened. I had 3 left to go in Latin America. So whatever happens,  one thing was for certain and that was that the next few weeks leading up to my departure back to Canada were going to be very interesting in terms of how I was going to live.