The Russinger Road

I find comfort in facebook this morning. Strange how all the b-day wishes can encourage ones body to get out of bed and live in the story of another day. Better still is having your kids run in before school, even though you were up till 3am, giving you b-day love and cheer.
Don’t know what the day will bring, but im bringing myself into the day. Don’t know how the day will end, but will help determine that through my thoughts, behavior, love, and imagination.
2010 I feel like you and I might go somewhere. Your making me feel expectant, curious, nervous, this i like.

Well the trees outside are waving at me, best go see what they want.

Been a long long time since i placed fingers on keypad allowing simple letters to write thoughts like these. Life has brought so much, even too much in 2009 that there was no way in keeping the blog world moving. You could say i took a long sabbath from this medium but circled the world of facebook and twitter many times over.

With the dawn of a new day, new year, and decade, i think i will brave this world again. I sometimes freeze up  wondering what i should share, how much is to much, or not enough. I wonder if i should be completely honest or only partially honest, if i should allow the soul the room to roam through words, thought, picture? How much is allowed regarding my personal and public life? Or is that subject to the reader and not the writer? I admit i would like to disclose the deep tides of this heart, knowing some would read and find them normal, refreshingly human, while others, well, others will read them through their own grid which is natural, something you cant control.

Confession: i want to control your responses, reactions, rejections. Be kind but be you. My insecurities act up regularly.

Well, that’s enough for now, more to come later. Need to get ready for a new years eve shin dig.

Confession: I don’t really want to go. Sad but true. The people are great, but i ache for the familiar faces of yesterday. Still finding my way in this new land, wonder if the landscape will burst with flowers among the thistles this year? Maybe I’m watering whats not mine, toiling without prospect of harvest, tending without rooting? Or just maybe this tasteless but filling transformative road i tread will guide me into a land of fresh soil and soul. Here’s to 2010.
For those that i call friends, happy new to you and yours. For those who are strangers, may we bump into each other with our eyes.

Mercy to us all..

g

This is the new Large Capacity Washer that is now in the Transitions Global (Cambodia) Shelter for girls who are survivors of the sex trade.

How did this happen?

Through the influence of the Laundry Love Project in the US, we began thinking of how this idea might become global. We dreamed up and tested the Virtual Laundry Love Box, a virtual box costing $20 that would generate income to purchase laundry equipment for safe houses/shelters for trafficking survivors and displaced children around the world. We wanted 100% of the proceeds to go directly to the effort and asked that those who partnered with us would purchase the equipment from their local context, helping local economy.

The first partner was Transitions Cambodia, now Transitions Global, as they are taking the lead in opening the first ever shelter for trafficking survivors here in Portland Oregon.

With the help from one special girl living in Bend Oregon and dozens of others in the Portland and LA areas, this experiment worked. Together we have purchased this and the girls are so very grateful.

Thanks for making the virtual possible…

Creating a justone world…

greg