huddled next to the burnside bridge in portland, oregon is a group of people who have a direct and daily hand in shaping the future of south africa. these numbers have faces is educating and empowering youth in the townships of cape town, south africa through education. there’s a brilliant 30-second explanation right here.
they have gone from 1 student in 2007 to 16 in 2011 and this year want to replicate their community impact program by going global in 2012.
3 new TNHF programs.
dani press has eagerly partnered with TNHF since i began in february 2010, giving 10% of profits towards their work in south africa. with the market season only a few weeks away, i can’t wait to bring more awareness to what they’re doing and to see their influence grow even further this year.
you can check out their community model, their amazing students, and how you can get involved along with all their other radness here.
happy monday everyone!
new york city.
(photo compliments of the beautiful hailey taylor)
cape town townships.
the view from a plane can look so completely different.
and it is with all the excitement in the world to announce that i will be blessed to see both views again this year.
my flights are officially booked!
i’ll have my feet in the big apple may 15-19 before flying out of JFK and arriving in cape town on may 20.
there are so many details to share, without even mentioning the world cup (the WORLD CUP!!!), but for now, relishing in the simple joy of a booked flight is enough.
relish, relish, relish.
jeffrey’s bay, south africa. may 2009.
i just went on donald miller’s blog. i scrolled down the left side topic reel and close to the bottom read, “stuff that mattered then.”
i didn’t even click on it. i just stared at the title and thought about how rad it is that that even exists. stuff that mattered then. that the things that have broken our souls or put a stick in our spokes or even ruined half an hour don’t have to exist anymore. they don’t waft through today’s minutes.
this picture is the epitome of my life backpacking. out of it has grown what matters to me now.