The name fits I think. It took me a little while to find a name that would suit my newsletter and blog. I finally got "Traveling Feet" and fell in love with it.
Not only does the name give me an opportunity to share my travels, experiences and where my feet have taken me, but to talk about the footsteps that I follow.
The one who lived out what He taught, instead of just preaching. It meant not always having shoes or even a place to wash His feet, but it also meant being with the people. Living. Eating. Singing. Crying. Working. With them. Alongside them. As one of them.
Not standing on a podium. Not telling them what to do, how to live, but showing them.

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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Remembering..

I was thinking a lot today about Brazil. People I met. Places I saw and lived. Smells, sounds, tastes.
The sun. Oh I loved the sun there. It was so much different then any sun I had ever felt before. When I would look up during the day, I could have sworn it was light years closer then the sun in Canada. It was bigger, yes, but also brighter. The yellows, oranges and reds had a richness and saturation that I never could have imagined. And the heat. It was magical. In the morning, the sun-rises were made of colors so beautiful that someone could just sit there and watch as gray turned into purple, purple into pink, pink into golds and blues. The heat from that sun would heat my skin in a second. Not burning heat, but a light warm heat that made you feel like all of your skin was being hugged by the softest blanket.
There are so many times that I wish I could re-live.
So many things I wish I could do over again.
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  1. DanaMay 27, 2009 at 12:13 PM

    i think about it all too often.
    i think that place was magical. i'm going back... just not sure when.

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