It has been far too long since I have written, this I realize. Since my last post, I escaped to Egypt for a much needed adventure and I just returned from a trip back to the States where the familiarity of family and friends was a welcoming as it always has been.
Today, when I was reading through my morning news, as I always do, I couldn't help but share this, as every time I come across photos and stories of Afghanistan from some time ago, they bring a renewed sense of hope to what we are all doing. Colleagues have lived through this, international colleagues traveled here and to hear there stories is amazing - - its an Afghanistan so far from the war torn country we are in now.
Take a moment to gather some hope and see the light.
There are more in the Photo Essay at Once Upon a Time in Afghanistan
"Mothers and children at a city playground."
When I look out my window every night, as darkness sets in and with only the light of the moon, I see a city, a real city. There is hope. A hopeless romantic I may be, but with a past where mothers and children can play in the playground freely and the will for the future - there is reason to have hope.
