A note from home

Being home in Zambia and slowing down has been a much needed escape from the craziness of city life.

As I’ve written about before I was adopted from here when I was 7 months old, so most days there are still 7 month old Chloe feelings that haven’t been felt yet, sometimes they are overwhelming, sometimes they move through me with ease but mostly I’m glad that even though difficult this place is safe enough to feel them in their entirety. 

Today I was playing with the small children and one girl was crying and it was the kind of cry that comes from deep in your soul, I recognized it because I have cried from that place many times before, so we lay on the wall and we both cried until our crying slowly turned into one of the children’s favorite songs about two fried sausages sitting in a pan.