God gives every bird its food, but He does not throw it into its nest. ~ J.G. Holland

I realize at this ripe old age of 64 that I'm pretty much stuck with who I am. To paraphrase Ram Dass, I've changed but not much. I'm stuck with my low self-esteem, my selfishness, my fears, my mouth, my addictions. I'm also stuck with my compassionate heart, my intellect, my open spirit. It's all such a long, long journey this thing called being human.

For me, right now, I'm running a marathon. I just keep pickin' em up and puttin' em down. Will I do the whole thing? At this point in time I must say I doubt it. It doesn't seem worth it. I have nothing that they don't already have. Like all of us, they cling to their culture and their past with a steel grip. The corruption here extends from the top of the King's crown to the tip of the peasants' toes. Perhaps corruption is too harsh a word. It's just the way of doing business.

I'm enjoying part of what I do right now. I'm leading an English club in an outlying village. This is totally outside my "job assignment", which totally doesn't fit me. I'm also putting together a project design workshop, which is fun.

In the final analysis, the biggest challenge is my physical health - the headaches and tinnitus. I'm stuck with that too. I want to be more, but I confess: I'm no Mother Teresa.