i'll be posting a recap of sorts (via my previously posted instagram photos as well as some shots my daughter captured with her much-nicer-than-an-iphone-Nikon-camera) in the coming days.
but first, i wanted to share one of the big ah-ha lessons i learned, before life gets away from me and busyness sets in. again...
but i must say, i've found that as soon as i spend time in places that DO have clear accents, i tend to start mimicking the cadence and inflections i hear. this is unintentional, seriously (although really fun). and Brian has, many times, said to me...(especially in Latin America) "you know, they can't understand you any better because you're speaking with an accent. you're still speaking English". this also happens quite regularly in New York and Texas. somebody help me.
with this in mind, i walked the streets of Paris and London; attempting to remain true to my home language, while still not appearing to be a tourist. and i found, that try as i might, my origin was obvious. there was no way that people (and there were A LOT of people everywhere...unlike Montana!) could here us and think we were from anywhere but the good ol' USA. and that got me thinking...
as a believer. a Jesus lover. a Christian. does my language give me away? does the content of my conversations betray my beliefs? i hope so. i hope people don't have to spend time guessing 'where i'm from'. i hope the fact that i spend time with Jesus is clearly communicated in what i say and how i say it.
4 comments:
great post and great insight. thanks for all you do!
Hate to say it but In my case I honestly dunno. I tend to be a reflector rather than a peacemaker.
I just wanted to say that I appreciate your Spanish songs.
i love your music Crystal... oh and your blogs too =)
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