Colorin colorado, este cuento se ha acabado
July 1, 2016
It feels like an impossible task to condense all that I’ve learned and experienced and become in the last three years into one final blog post, especially since I’m sleep deprived and feeling all of the feelings. Maybe in the next days or weeks or months I will attempt this. But in the meantime, I leave you with this poem, which begins to speak to my feelings toward Peace Corps and toward the Dominican Republic.
Children Running Through
by Rumi, Translation by Coleman Barks with John Moyne
I used to be shy. You made me sing.
I used to refuse things at table. Now I shout for more wine.
In somber dignity, I used to sit on my mat and pray.
Now children run through and make faces at me.
Thank you for following my journey!
