My husband grew up on a farm in Washington State. He was driving tractors from an early age. Pulling things apart, working out how they work and fixing stuff has always been his ‘thing’. He studied construction management at college and first got passionate about working out practical and creative solutions to better the lives…
Why mud brick constructions? My husband builds things. Houses. Solar powered cars. Toys for our son. But he particularly loves the challenge of building with only locally available resources. One resource that is plentiful in the camp is dirt (as the dark brown colour of my son’s daily bathwater testifies). It is everywhere. It is…
Continue reading ➞ YOU WON’T BELIEVE THESE 5 MUD BRICK CONSTRUCTIONS. My home for 2 years
Do you feel bogged down and overwhelmed by your daily? Do you wake up and feel like you are just getting back on that treadmill again, trying to get from sunrise to sunset and sunrise again amidst the messes and meltdowns and monotony?Is there hope? As a mum in a refugee camp, the treadmill of…
Landing in a beautiful hard place Have you ever ended up somewhere you had planned to get to, only to find yourself wondering just moments into arriving, what on earth am I doing here? That was me as I stepped off the plane onto the dusty Refugee Camp airstrip on the 13th May 2016. I wasn’t…
Continue reading ➞ WHAT ON EARTH AM I DOING HERE? When life lands us in hard places
Do you ever listen to a song and a line just keeps running on repeat in your head? I would often find myself walking through the Refugee Camp singing to myself, ‘Would you let me see the world behind your eyes’. It’s a line from a Jon Foreman song. I would watch the people who…
Have you ever been relieved in a social setting because your child is with you? Or am I the only one who has found having a child with me can transform awkward interactions into something much lighter? Sure, there are times that we wish our children were elsewhere. When they poo at the wrong time…
Continue reading ➞ 3 WAYS I BELIEVE CHILDREN MAY TRANSFORM OUR JOURNEY
I have etched in my memory the moment when we first arrived in the Refugee Camp in May 2016. I can see the eager children running onto the airstrip to greet us as we stepped off the plane. Their little bodies were coated in different patterns of dirt. In the background a large cargo plane…
Hallelujah in the Mountains 