More or less, today was a rest day. We got in to Fort Dauphin yesterday. It is a gripping place, with the water and the wind whistling at my back. I met some children on the beach, and basked in my childish moments as well, letting the sand mold into my feet, and the waves swirl around my ankles. I am content; I think we all are. Today we got fruit, bread, and soccer balls, the last few things on our list before heading to the “deep” south. Other than that though, we were all able to take a day to rejuvenate. It is a wonderful thing; being quiet. Today I was able to listen, to the silence of my soul and the questions of my mind, and then God, dropping in just to say, “I love you.” Being in Madagascar I have seen love in a different light. Love is grown in a grain of rice, and woven into the braid of a little girl running along the red dirt roads. Love is a picture; giving people a mirror for a moment, and remembering their smile for a life time. I came here wanting to give my love, and today, in the quiet of my own heart I received more than I know how to handle. It is from every child I have met, and each plot of soil I have stepped on. This place I once thought was a world away now has sewn itself a place inside me. It really is quite magical.
More or less, today was a rest day. We got in to Fort Dauphin yesterday. It is a gripping place, with the water and the wind whistling at my back. I met some children on the beach, and basked in my childish moments as well, letting the sand mold into my feet, and the waves swirl around my ankles. I am content; I think we all are. Today we got fruit, bread, and soccer balls, the last few things on our list before heading to the “deep” south. Other than that though, we were all able to take a day to rejuvenate. It is a wonderful thing; being quiet. Today I was able to listen, to the silence of my soul and the questions of my mind, and then God, dropping in just to say, “I love you.” Being in Madagascar I have seen love in a different light. Love is grown in a grain of rice, and woven into the braid of a little girl running along the red dirt roads. Love is a picture; giving people a mirror for a moment, and remembering their smile for a life time. I came here wanting to give my love, and today, in the quiet of my own heart I received more than I know how to handle. It is from every child I have met, and each plot of soil I have stepped on. This place I once thought was a world away now has sewn itself a place inside me. It really is quite magical.
