This is my moment of zen. I hesitated to share it with you. In a culture as public and communal as Ukraine, I get territorial about my precious private moments. I took this photo on the coast of the Black Sea, after the rest of my party departed for a nap. It was pretty bold of me to stay behind.
Sitting in a house-church in Burshtyn, Ukraine, I heard a familiar song. It was the only one my new friends knew in three languages. First they sang it in Ukrainian, then in Russian, and finally in English.
I know what you are thinking. It’s been more than a month since my last post. But remember that time when I had two posts in one day? It’s that time again.
This year, the passing of Labor Day marked more than the end of white shoes or summer vacation. It marked my last month in the states.