Sunday, May 31, 2015
Sunburnt kids laying around the house, moaning and aching and standing in front of the fan, just standing and standing and hoping for relief from the fire on their skin. A husband totally burnt out on homework and too much work and sprawled on the bed in mock despair. Then someone pulled out a book of old CD's and the room was filled with melodies and beats that brought us back a few years and little arms started jabbing at the air in rhythm and the conversation turned to lyrics and religion and we just layed there, though some of us couldn't help but move to the music. And an hour later we were sighing that dinner should be made and the husband looked rejuvenated and a little lightened in the load and the kids were laughing at us and had forgotten their taut, burning skin. Sundays. They really are my favorite. Sometimes for the very same reasons each week, and sometimes for the surprises they bring.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
We stayed with a local Yi woman, who with her Master's degree and opportunities could easily have left this area to pursue bigger dreams, but instead has chosen to stay and open a tiny, upstart kindergarten with the hope of building it into an excellent school for the kids she has such a heart to reach. Her words, her story, her pursuit and the peace and contentment she feels that are surprising even to her, her burdens and requests... these could not but leave a mark.
"How beautiful are the feet of those that bring good news..."