I am 10 days short of a year here in Ocotal, embedded for the first time in the world of "development". And my loosely-defined, altruistic ambitions have been challenged and I am disappointed. I am trying to work out how to make lemonade from the remaining lemons that haven't been spoiled.
I have been debating with myself for days about how to write this blog, balancing a number of concerns:
No more debating! I will dive right in with some random though clearly connected thoughts and feelings, based on my clearly limited experience.
So I will try to sit with this discomfort and doubt and be present to today's opportunities, trusting that a loving and thoughtful approach will lead to some clarity.
“At the end of the day, the questions we ask of ourselves determine the type of people that we will become.”
I sold house, car and most of my furniture to move to the small town of Ocotal in Las Segovias on the Honduras/ Nicaragua border.