Where has that old friend gone...

...Lost in a February song

I can't believe it's already February! I'm off to Nicaragua in about 19 days. Finances have fallen together nicely. Work has issues like usual, sometimes i hope to find a job with less drama and more nurse stuff.

I ordered my gear for the trip last night...a couple hundred dollars of socks, Cliff bars, Duct tape, rope and assorted gear. It's amazing the little things one needs on an adventure such as this.

There are a million mundane details to prepare.

One Month Away

Gandolph "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."


Bilbo Baggins "I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!"

Some bad news today, our team Leader Dr. Cooley had to drop out of the trip today. A replacement team leader has been chosen. A Dr Kearns...I haven't met him but I'm sure he'll be fine.

Supplies have been difficult to come by. Many supplies we were hoping for have been sent to Haiti. Without finding more supplies like, bandages, medicine, vaccines, ect we will have to buy them ourselves. Buying them ourselves mean more money
Speaking of Haiti, the events in Haiti have hit home. Many of the Americans that died there were missionaries working with the poor, not unlike my team and I. This adventure has many dangers both natural and man made.

The Road

"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many path and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say"

All adventures have a beginning, all quests have a start, all voyages have an origin. This is a tale of my adventure to Africa. I have no idea where it will take me, who I will meet, what I will see or do. All I know is I have been called and must go.

It began as a whisper, a dream faint and gossamer. As I studied for my exams and tests in nursing school I could feel it's vibration. A reassuring voice, "dreadnought for I have called you, and will send you out." It is almost a year since I graduated, and like the wind the call has grown stronger.

What is this mysterious dream I speak of? I've been called to serve as a nurse in the poorest of lands. I feel the tug of Africa, someday I will no doubt travel to many lands. I do not know when I will leave, where i will go or what I will do...only that my soul has been stirred up and will not quiet untill this adventure has concluded.