Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for your eyes.
It’s more than bones.
It’s more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It’s more than the beating of a single heart.
It’s praising.
It’s giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life- just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe
Still another…
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
From Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems
The next few blogs will no doubt be filled with pictures and stories from these two weeks that we had in a beautiful little country in Central America that straddles two oceans, multiple histories and ethnicities all blended into the full, rich flavours of life.