Africa part 2

I have been meaning to type this out much sooner than this… however, I have really struggled getting back into a normal routine of work and life. I have felt exhausted and just overall not feeling well. But here this is.

Monday morning came bright and early. We left Amakoekoe at 4am. There we drove. And drove. And drove. It was quite a drive from Joburg to Kruger, but the scenery was beautiful and we did make pit stops. Anyone who knows me, knows I have a hard time with long drives! Anyway, we got to Kruger too early to check into our little houses, so we went for a little drive around the park. Our first safari! We were told to not expect a lot, due to the time of day, however, we drove around anyway. When we first got to the park, we stopped on the crocodile bridge for our first glimpse of wildlife. We saw crocodiles in the river and even got to see one jumping out of the water, trying to get food. Onward into the park, we began driving around. We actually got to see some wildlife! We saw giraffes, rhinos, and elephants!! I won’t lie, I got a little teary eyed when I saw my first elephant. It was incredible. After we were able to check into our houses, which were adorable! house
As soon as we got into our house, Rose saw something scurry up the wall and was freaked out! I looked around and didn’t see anything. I thought she was crazy. I was laying down on my bed while she was cautiously looking around the room. I kept telling her she was seeing things, until I looked up to the ceiling and saw a furry head. It looked like a squirrel. He was very cute. Rose was not amused. We walked to lunch and then went to our first meeting, which was a meet and greet. Rose and I went to bed early and slept hard. We had to wake up early for safari.

Tuesday morning we woke up early to be ready to leave for safari at 6am. It was an elephant day! We got to see a young elephant pulling up a root in order to try and get some food. The land was so dry. It was very sad to see.

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We also saw a lot of giraffes that day. It was amazing. We were crowding the windows trying to get the perfect picture. Each day, someone new got to sit in front. Everyone was happy to move around so that everyone could see. It was nice. After a long safari and having to change the start time of our conference, we finally got there. Our speakers were amazing and really lit a fire in my heart to learn as much as I can about sandplay.

On Thursday’s safari, we were able to see the big 5 [elephant, cape buffalo, lion, rhino, and leopard] in ONE DAY. Some people go on safari and don’t see the big five at all. We were so blessed to be able to see them all in one day.

Friday morning, when the alarm went off, I seriously considered not going on safari. I was tired. I wanted sleep. But I dragged my butt out of bed and into the shower. Boy, am I glad that I didn’t skip safari! That was the day that we saw hyena’s, wild dogs, and THOUSANDS of cape buffalo. They were crossing the street in front of us and did not stop coming. Eventually, we had to inch our way through the buffalo in order to continue on our safari. That was also the day that I got to see a baby elephant nursing on his momma! Omg!! Cesar switched spots with me in the van so I was able to take pictures and videos.

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The safari’s were incredible. I could have watched the elephants for hours and hours. I didn’t ever want to stop. The conference was amazing too. The people I met will forever be a part of my life and I am so grateful.

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I can’t wait to go back. I can’t wait to take the classes in California. I can’t wait to keep learning. This experience that scared me to death, turned out to be so incredible.

 

Africa part 2

Africa part 1…

My Africa trip was incredible. I don’t know if incredible is the right word, but that is all I can come up with right now. It never really seemed real and was very real at the same time. Several times, I said to Rose, “I can’t believe we are actually here.” Never would I have imagined going. It is something I always wanted to do, but never thought would actually happen.

The flights were long. Uncomfortable. But completely worth it. The flight from Casper to Denver was very quick and uneventful. Denver to Washington DC was longer, but I watched Titanic. Then onto Africa. We made a stop in Accra, Ghana. That was a little over a 10 hour flight. We couldn’t get off the plane in Ghana but were able to stand up and stretch a little. My feet and ankles were getting swollen. I was trying to walk and stretch as much as I could. I was very thankful for an aisle seat for that reason. I was able to get up and go to the bathroom or walk and stretch whenever I wanted, without bothering the person sitting next to me. Rose, on the other hand, was not as fortunate. She was seated next to the window, next to a person who did not stand up. At all. Both long flights. I felt so bad for her! We made it to Johannesburg in one piece and that is all that matters! We were greeted at the airport in Joburg by Celia and Pieter. Lovely people. So grateful I got to meet them and spend a week exploring with them and learning from them. We waited around for Malcolm to come pick us up. He was the driver Rose hired for us to take us from the airport to the Amakoekoe – the beautiful place we were staying at before going up to Kruger. Malcolm had brought a trainee driver with him – Silas. While driving from the airport, Rose was asking a lot of questions. It turns out that Silas and Malcolm were raised as brothers. Malcolm’s family adopted Silas when his mother died. We got to the Amakoekoe and it was beautiful. The room was nice and the grounds were beautiful. So many beautiful and fragrant flowers! I couldn’t breathe in enough of the smells. We kept the terrace door to our room open whenever we were in our room and even when we were sleeping. The breeze would blow and the jasmine would come into our room. I wished I could bottle up the smells to bring them home with me. Our first full day of being in Johannesburg, we slept. We slept so late that housekeeping came a couple times trying to clean our room. We walked around the grounds so that our room could be cleaned. Then we rested some more. Rose ended up texting Malcolm to see if he could pick us up and take us to dinner. He said he couldn’t but Silas could. We asked Silas to join us for dinner and he accepted. He took us to a western themed restaurant. The food was good and the company was great. We talked Silas’ ear off and he was a trooper! We made plans for him to pick us up the next morning to do some sightseeing around Johannesburg. He took us to the Apartheid Museum. We spent about an hour and half there. When we bought our tickets, we were issued a “white” ticket or a “non white” ticket and that determined which entrance you used. It was definitely a weird feeling. After the museum, Silas took us to Soweto and Vilakazi street. The street where Nelson Mandela lived. There were street vendors up and down the whole street, along with people asking and wanting money from us. I was very thankful we had Silas with us. Ann, who was with us, got caught up in it and probably would’ve given away all of her money if Silas wasn’t there to tell people to go away. We also got to meet Silas and Malcolm’s dad, who is a Baptist pastor in Johannesburg. He is involved in several ministries, including feeding children at the Joe Slovo camp. It is basically a squatter camp, but the people aren’t called squatters. They are called informal settlers. We got to help them feed the children. The bus that had the food in it drove up and the children came running and lined up, single file, waiting for the food. It was incredible to see. As I passed out the hot dogs, nearly every child said thank you and looked so happy. We got to walk around the camp with two ladies, one works with Pastor Willie and the other lives there. We distributed newspapers that the church puts out. It was interesting listening to them and seeing the different people. It is definitely something I will never forget. Saturday was another rest day. Sunday we went to Ceila and Pieter’s house for tea and meeting our fellow congress goers! Then it was to bed early. We were being picked up at 4am to leave for Kruger! Rose and I could not sleep a wink that night. Maybe it was because of excitement, who knows? But that made for a very long and tiring trip up to Kruger. More to come…

Africa part 1…

South Africa

Well… in 9 days I am leaving for South Africa. I can’t believe it is here. I can’t believe I am so close. We made all of our plans at the end of May and into June. Then, there was over 100 days to go until the trip. It was a distant thought. However, it is now here. And I have so many emotions going through me…

I am so nervous/scared. I have never been out of the United States before. I don’t have much experience traveling. I have never been on a long flight.

I am so excited. I have never been out of the United States before. I should have done that way before now, but here I am doing it. I am going to experience so much that I have only dreamed of. We will be going on 6 safaris. I will get to see elephants!! My favorite animal! I will get to see so many other animals. In their habitat… not in a zoo.

I am also so excited because I will be learning more about sandplay. It is fascinating and I get to learn more. In South Africa. Holy moly…

South Africa

Babies…

I have thought long about this topic. When I was younger and growing up, I always thought my life was to get married and have babies. I thought that I needed to be a mother. If someone asked me if I wanted kids, I kind of scoffed and said yes and wondered to myself, why are they asking me?! Of course, I’m supposed to have kids. That thought stayed with me for a while. The more that I was asked that and auto replied, the more I really started to think about it. I honestly don’t know if I want to have children. Who am I to bring a child into the world? What if I don’t want that sort of responsibility? What happens if I have a child and he/she is incredibly screwed up for the rest of his/her life?

I hate when people ask me that question now. I respond with something like “no I don’t want kids.” Or “I am not sure if I want kids.” I always get the same responses. “You would be such a such a good mother.” Or “kids are such a blessing/kids are so cute.” It is really uncomfortable. Why can’t we be ok with women and men choosing not to have children? Why must a woman be born just to have children?

Babies…

A simpler time.

I have been watching The Wonder Years on Netflix lately and I am loving it. I always wished I was born at a different time. I feel like things would be much simpler “back then.” But then again, maybe not. Kids grew up the same, had the same worries, fears, and anxieties. I wonder what it would be like to live without the technology of today. I love the easy access to everything today, but what if I didn’t have lights in every room? What if I didn’t have a big color tv to watch whatever I wanted? I would love to experience that life.

I am getting more confidence lately as a counselor. Sometimes, I feel like I am living a dream. Am I really a counselor? Have I really graduated with my Master’s degree? Sometimes I feel like it’s too good to be true, that eventually I will wake up from this dream and I will still be working at Pizza Hut or McDonalds. But I’m not. I am working with some amazing children. I am seeing improvements in their lives. I am a part of that. I am getting referrals from other professionals in the community. What?! I am excited.

A simpler time.

The good and the bad

As happy as I was when I wrote my last entry, something happened that made me doubt myself. I had to write a letter for a parent who had court this morning. The letter didn’t even get read because I am “not actually a therapist.” Which is untrue. I am provisionally licensed, plus my supervising therapist cosigned the letter. It is frustrating, but I can’t let it get me down. I have DFS wanting me to see a child because of my experience at St. Joes. That makes me feel good. It makes me feel good that DFS is starting to refer to me. I hope I am doing a good job. I really really hope. My supervisor does well at encouraging me and teaching me and guiding me.

I have been wanting to do so many things lately, but I have been feeling so tired and lazy. I hate how lazy I have felt. My apartment is getting messy. I don’t know if it laziness or if it is the heat. It has been so damn hot and it is even hotter in my apartment. No air conditioner. Third floor. Days reaching 100 degrees… the rest of the week in the 90’s. It sucks. I get home from work and don’t want to do anything. I sweat just sitting. I can’t sleep because of it. Lately I have been sleeping with a fan and that seems to be helping. I am surprised that I have been able to sleep with a fan on. I am such a light sleeper, that any noise wakes me up.But I am hoping I can start sleeping better and get more energy.

 

The good and the bad

It has been interesting for me to hear people referring to me as a therapist. I know that I have graduated with my degree in it. I know that I am provisionally licensed by the state of Wyoming. I know that I have a full caseload… but to hear it, is totally different. I was in supervision with Rose yesterday, and let me tell you, she is the best. She is encouraging, helpful, and is teaching me so much. She is able to point things out to me that I never would have noticed. She is able to tell me what I need to hear. She says that I am doing good work and that I am a good therapist.

I have also heard that from a clients mother. She made me tear up a little. She is moving, so next week is the last time I will be seeing her. I have been seeing her since September. Almost a year. The progress she has made is amazing. She is one of my favorite clients and I love talking about her and the progress she has made.

I love what I do. I love being a counselor. I love working with children. I am glad I am able to do what I do.