Alaska At Last: It Takes a Village

Friday, May 20, 2011

It Takes a Village

Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the (tundra) top of the forest, (a big girl) a little boy
and (her dogs) his Bear will always be playing.
Winnie the Pooh
From closing lines of The House at Pooh Corner

"Piurua, Quinhagak I'll miss you."

Well folks all good things must come to an end as is so with our adventures in Quinhagak.

Thank you for sharing in these last two years of this amazing journey with me.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Quinhagak...I'll be back soon. You're never far from my thoughts.

For the last time living here, we will hop a 6 seater and fly away.

It has been an experience of a lifetime. I am forever changed, God is Good.
I'm taking each of you with me in my heart.

I'll be looking forward to hearing from you and visiting when you make it to Anchorage!
You know in the Ojibwe Language there is no word for 'good bye' only words for 'see you later'.
That is what I'm going to use here...'see you later'
Giigiwaabimin Miinowaa Everybody!

When our time was up, they escorted us out of the city (village) to the docks (runway). Everyone came along—men, women, children. They made a farewell party of the occasion! We all kneeled together on the beach and prayed. Then, after another round of saying good-bye, we climbed on board the ship (plane) while they drifted back to their homes.
Acts 21:5

1 comment:

DONNAApril 3, 2012 at 8:01 PM
I MISS YOU SO MUCH RACHEL AND I'M SO HAPPY YOU FOUND THE ONE MAN GOD HAD WAITING FOR YOU. HOPE YOU HAVE A AWESOME LIFE TIME TOGETHER! HUGS AND KISSES MY GIRL - WE LOVE YOU -
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