a dwelling place

justo and i have been homeless for a while now.  yesterday morning, while still wiping sleep from my eyes, i took this picture from our tent (thanks sis). the 4x6 foot space has been literally our shelter through the storm, as it rains at least once nightly.  the house you see is the casa a catalina, a beautiful and kind widow who is using part of her land for a community garden.  it is a prototype for the area, the idea is for members of a school, church, or other community to work the garden together, and share the veggies, thus enriching the nutrient-poor diets and perhaps more importantly, creating an environment of sharing resources and working together.  being travellers/rootless wanderers for the past month has been a source of both hardship and growth.  it sounds appealing at first, but after a while you want to sleep where it is warm and dry.  i've been uplifted by the 90th psalm, sung by the ancient hebrews when they, too were wandering the desert with no home.  "YHWH, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations."  when all else is stripped away, this remains inside us:  A HOUSE NOT BUILT WITH HANDS.  we are headed now to the northern coast, near la ceiba.  our goals:  to dry out, be doctors, and surf.