A poem of sorts, which I wrote as a reflection the day before we left Lesotho.
Lesotho:
Children, and orphans
dirty, poor, neglected --
and beautiful.
not many opportunities --
but will they be happy?
Poverty: can I understand it?
Lesotho: development
the complexities of "helping"
teaching independence
"We don't give anything for nothing."
Dignity.
Lesotho: What does it mean for me?
simplicity
life without technology, electricity,
running water, cars --
and I was happy.
How can our world be different?
interconnectedness
between the privileged and the disadvantaged
an end to oppression?
Constructive confusion.
Thoughts about living overseas
less fear of the unknown.
I might not believe in "strangers" anymore
only people I don't know yet.
