Grateful. I feel so blessed to have had this opportunity. So many things bought me to this point-some not so good but most of them great. And now to be able to immerse myself in a culture, to live differently than my norm, and most important, to be touched as I never have by so many people and places, makes me so grateful.
Connected. One aspect that I wasn’t expecting was the large number of people that volunteer at and visit the orphanage, not to mention the others I met in my work and travels. Meeting people from literally all across the world and to now consider some of them my friends, is a bonus that I will take. And who knows how I ended up in a tiny little country that, as Brenda pointed out, you can barely find on the map, but I also have a connection to that place that I will never lose. It is wounded yet so hopeful. There is gentle kindness to its spirit. And thanks to that crazy Facebook, I also felt connected to home. The amount of love and support that was sent my way was humbling. Overwhelmed. At times I feel the experience was so overwhelming. There is much that I did not write about like meeting the former Bishop of Rwanda and a former wife of Kony—both individuals that you knew had a wisdom and understanding that you can only hope to achieve a fraction of. And honestly, sometimes I was overwhelmed by my own Western ideals that I could not shake. I want so much more for these kids, especially the teenage girls at the orphanage. They are so bright and funny and engaging that you just want to scoop them up and give them the opportunity to do anything they want. But who am I to judge that the life they end up living won’t be fulfilling and beautiful.
Trust. I will be the first to admit that Victor could sometimes drive me crazy. But I learned a lot from him. How to argue with grace. How to stay true to your vision no matter what the obstacles. How opening your home to anyone that wants to experience the peacefulness and restorative feeling of that place and trusting that the Universe will return that favor someday, is amazing. And it works. And trusting myself. Learning that not everything is going to feel right and to sit back and be patient as the lessons unfold does not come easily for me. Yet I had no choice. And it also worked. For the first time in my life, I could go just go on and on about these past three months—but I won’t. It took me two days to even post that I was home as I struggle to readjust and come to terms with what this has meant, and to face the new fears of what comes next.
And finally back to grateful--I can’t find the words to express to my new friends and old how much your interest, support, and love has meant to me. I am one very lucky woman. Thank you.