Growing Daisies

I have to pass this story of faith, hope, and love on. The mother carried the conjoined twins to full term, gave birth, and they lived for an hour. Such a beautiful story full of life.

Thoughts and prayers are with the family.

“You lived in Antarctica?”  I asked.

“Yeah, for about fifteen months.  You get a little weird after living in Antarcitca for fifteen months”  Faith chuckled as she said this.

“Weird?  How so?” 

“Well, you recognize people by their smell.  You see, there are no smells in Antarctica, because there is just ice and water.”

“So your sense of smell is stronger?”

“Well, there are no competing smells, so you could recognize other people by their smell.  You could also tell people by their walk, and their shuffle.  When you live in such a close community of 200 to 1200 people, depending on the time of year, you become a little weird.”

“Wow.  That is weird and so interesting.”

“Yeah.  One of my favorite memories was riding the cargo boat.  You’re just out there on the water, but the water doesn’t make a lot of noise.  There are these big sheets of ice, and iceburgs that are in and on the water.  It was so beautiful, and there was a stillness there I had never experienced before ever.  Just this peaceful, and quite stillness.”

  ”Faith” is tall, blonde, beauty, a wife, a mother, and full of so many stories like her life in Antarctica and being in a rock band when she was younger.  I have the privilage of working with her sometimes at, and when I see her I take every opportunity to ask her about her life.  When I took a three week May Term class last month called “zoology” I had some frustrating moments.  At the most frustrating times I was asked to sing along to a video, and draw pictures of bugs.  At the most enjoyable moments I was learning about places I had never been like the Galapagos Islands, and, Antarctica.  “Faith” did what class could not do, and that was brought Antarctica as close to me as I can get without going there.