One last glimpse of Bukavu as we drove off...
It’s hard to comprehend that a few days ago, I was in the middle of Africa. Today, I’m doing laundry, washing the red Congo dust out of my clothes, and I’ve unpacked everything and put away my suitcase–which may be on its last legs–and last night I ate Papa John’s pizza (imagine!) and Jesse has the day off and we’ve been rearranging our bookshelves, and overall I just feel a little dizzy. Disoriented. I need to go grocery shopping. I need to trim the maple tree. These are the things I am thinking about today, along with questions about the psychology of poverty and the complexity of trying not to do more harm than good. The trip will take a while to mentally unpack. It was confusing in a lot of ways, exciting in others. More details to come, once the room stops spinning.
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“Many people are alive but down touch the miracle of being alive.” –from Oprah’s interview with Thich Nhat Hanh
I just wanted to say that of all the people that statement so accurately describes, I don’t think you’re one of them. Sometimes we lose contact, and our vision gets a little hazy. But you always seem to me like someone who knows how a little readjustment and focusing of perspective and perception can capture one last glimpse.
Welcome home.
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Thank you, Sabrina, so much.