by Kimmie Liette | Nov 29, 2014 | Photography, Writings
It is rather incredible for me to think back and know that I used to live here, in this exotic and breath-taking beauty. The various shades of blue of Lake Atitlan in Guatemala. I laughed here, kayaked here, awoke to this view for what seems now to be not enough amount of time. But it was, oh it was. Some people will never venture to look upon what some world travelers and explorers call the most beautiful lake in the world.
Guatemala was a special place for me; It was a place to reflect, to discover myself. What I found was my deep love for people, all people and the richness of culture and the diversity of life. It is here that I truly started to live.
by Kimmie Liette | Nov 16, 2013 | Photography, Writings
Happy Day, Friend!
Brady and I are sitting in a little cafe here in San Juan, Guatemala. We have been staying out in the middle of nowhere for almost a month at an old retreat center type place.
We are fortunate enough to be around one of the most beautiful lakes in the world: Lago De Atitlan.
There are three volcanoes located around the lake, creating an even more breathtaking view at any time of the day. It’s an hour boat ride to the other side, and all travel from village to village requires way of boat. It is here in these villages that the people dress in traditional Mayan attire and speak the ancient indigenous Mayan language, Tz’utujil.
What a beautiful life they get to live.
by Kimmie Liette | Sep 27, 2013 | Writings
Written deep in the wilderness while meditating on the humble shore of a vast river in the mountains of Georgia.
I sat silently for hours and observed the beautiful river and reflected on the Lord.
Your depths are unending,
Your streams are so tender and gentle,
Your water is pure and gives life to those who drink it.
The consistency of your drifting waters bring peace to those who take the time to listen.
The beauty of your channels invite joy and satisfaction to those who sit on the shore and gaze.
To the left and to the right, one looks but cannot see a beginning or an end.
In you, the filthy are made clean.
In your motions of grace, you drift away that which was washed off.
Those who seek you, find you in the wilderness.
Though parts of your stream may be found out in the open,
The full extent of who you are is found where few have dared to venture.
Only those who stay and camp can truly see what it is that you do.
They surely rely on your water for life, not simply instant satisfaction to thirst.
