Hunting for story

I’m on a mission.

I have a very special friend, Kris, who is lovely and complicated and talented – all in the best possible ways. We met at work over 10 years ago and still share similar – not identical by any means – but similar interests and passions.

One is a love of things creative. I’m definitely more of an observer and Kris is more of a Maker – in the truest sense. Some people sew (I try), knit or crochet.

Well, she does all of the above (and way more), often using her own exotic fibers and textiles and tools she procures from all over the world. It’s not the exotic that makes her talented. It’s what she does with her God-given abilities, powered by the tools, that is so spectacular. And she is so open to sharing and teaching. (Check out this great project she’s involved with that is empowering women in Uganda to generate their own income and support their families.)

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Just a few of my friend Kris’s handmade journal gifts. I usually have at least one journal with me, wherever I go. If the occasion is special enough, I use one of hers.

A few of my favorite things

While I don’t know what the heck she is talking about half the time, I simply LOVE hearing her dream about and brainstorm her projects. It certainly doesn’t hurt that she shares – pretty liberally, I might add – her incredible handiwork. Kris has gifted me with some of my favorite writing instruments, beautiful handmade scarves and so many gorgeous journals, I can hardly count them.

Lord knows, as a paper-and-pulp lover, I hate to violate these pieces of artwork, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Like many I know, I love to write by hand, but it is getting harder and harder to write as fast as I’m thinking these days. Such is the plight of a straddling generation – one foot in the analog, the other, digital.

Had paper, did travel

Anyway, Kris, who did much of her growing up in West Africa, challenged me sometime ago to blog about my own international experience and travels.

Thing is, many of those memories are locked up in my travel journals…somewhere. I’m getting warmer in my search, but so far, those little pocket-sized Moleskines are eluding me.

To be honest, I’m kind of nervous about finding and unbundling them and rediscovering what I first learned on my first trip to Haiti in 2003 and one of my last trips to Dominican Republic. So I pray again for courage as that wall of memory comes down.

I guess que serĂ¡ serĂ¡.

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2 thoughts on “Hunting for story

  1. WoW that sounds like food!!! I did a bunch of touring years ago ( okay here’s the big reveal:) I send a cassette home to my folks every week of the tour…cassettes??? My sweet mother casually mentioned that she had kept every single one i sent..mother’s do things like that– its part of why we love them so much.. she sent them to me and after i got thru the trauma of finding a cassette player to play them on… they proved to be amazing stuff for a project i have always wanted to do.. so find your journals..even bits and pieces will help.. BRAVO!! and man Cheers to your friend..I htink she might be a great story too… Love getting to know you a bit.. Thanks for sharing!! e

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  2. Oh my goodness, Estelle – what a treasure those tapes must be. I envision you scouring thrift stores for the equipment…

    It is absolutely maddening looking for these journals – but I’m determined! Thanks for the encouragement. (Oh and my friend Kris – she’s a downright amazing artist.)

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