About

My name is Tanessa Cowan, and I’m originally from a small town in northeast Texas. The name, The Sojourner’s Journal, was taken from the theme verse of my current adventure, which is to teach kindergarten for the coming year at the Inter-American School in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala. The verse goes like this: “For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come. Therefore, let us offer through Jesus a continual sacrifice of praise to God, proclaiming our allegiance to his name. And don’t forget to do good and to share with those in need. These are the sacrifices that please God. (Hebrews 13:14-16)” My greatest adventure and love is Jesus Christ, in whom I am satisfied and whole. Without Him, I would never have left my home for an adventure of this kind. But as a temporary sojourner, it is my great joy to live out the Great Commission and serve those who are in need.

If I could fill a place with the things I love, I would fill it with my very favorite people and full conversations, Trader Joe’s Speculoos Cookie Butter filled dark chocolate bars, Earl Grey tea, my horses, Peter Pan, a quiet sunrise in the mountains—and also places to travel to, things to learn, new experiences, new cultures, lots of adventures. It is also my whole-hearted belief that adventure can be had anywhere in the world, or nowhere at all. I hope to adventure in the everyday and the mundane and I am glad you have joined me for the journey!

If you want to read more about IAS (Inter-American School), check it out here: http://www.ias-xela.org/

This is also my favorite poem:

“Ithaka”

When you set out for Ithaka

ask that your way be long,

full of adventure, full of instruction.

The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,

angry Poseidon—do not fear them:

such as these you will never find

as long as your thought is lofty, as long as a rare

emotion touch your spirit and your body.

The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,

wild Poseidon—you will not meet them unless you carry them in your soul,

unless your soul raises them up before you.

Ask that your way be long.

At many a summer dawn to enter

—with what gratitude, what joy—

ports seen for the first time;

to stop at Phoenician trading centers

and to buy good merchandise

mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

sensuous perfumes of every kind,

sensuous perfumes as lavishly as you can

to visit many Egyptian cities,

to gather stores of knowledge from the learned.

Have Ithaka always in your mind.

Your arrival there is what you are destined for.

But do not in the least hurry the journey.

Better that it lasts for years,

so that when you reach the island you are old,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.

Ithaka gave you the splendid journey,

Without her you would not have set out.

She hasn’t anything else to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka has not deceived you.

So wise have you become, of such experience,

that already you will have understood what these Ithakas mean.

Constantine Cavafy

(Trans. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)