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... Sandy (that may not be her real name). We drove about an hour out of town and everything was completely changed. We passed rice fields that were next to brick making areas and the air was clean and we were in the countryside. The city is very polluted and crowded and the traffic is impossible but just minutes outside, it is completely different. The houses are of the same red clay you see in the fields. The Lemur Park is privately owned by a French man and his Japanese ...
As I prepare to leave Madagascar tomorrow I have such a wide-range of emotions and thoughts that I cannot possibly articulate them all here. Instead, I'll share two poems that have brought me comfort, encouragement, and clarity about both leaving and the approaching homecoming.
Approaching the twilight of my existence
I bless you life [Mada]...
Because you never gave me
either deceitful hopes,
or unjust foils,
... swinging from one another's tails, hanging upside down, and just enjoying being lemurs. We went for a hike to a waterfall and swam in the cold water. It felt good to hike and stretch my body and lungs in the fresh air! Madagascar has lovely nature, and it is really a shame that the Malagasy don’t hike and that care of nature and creation is not a part of their culture or of great importance to many Malagasy.
The theme of the retreat (and of the year, ...
... But it quickly becomes obvious that this isn’t the entire story. With every wake-up and restart to her breathing, there is a longer breakdown and pause. So I sit. So I bag. So I breathe for her.
Puff puff puff. Come on sweetie.
It’s been a while now. Her family in its entirety sits outside the window, watching me through the opening behind me. Soon I will have been here for two hours, breathing for her, reminding her ...
... and a ********** map in a guide book which pretty much simply pointed downhill, looking for the next stop in my day. I navigated through narrow little streets full of colourful buildings and churches, still keeping my views of the city, reminiscent of alleyways on the Amalfi coast of Italy. Odd you’d find that kind of peace and quiet beauty here. But there it was. I finally got hungry after getting dizzy from the side streets and stopped for food as much as for directions.