“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel.” — The Secret Life of Walter Mitty
We arrived in the States a few weeks ago, here to have our first baby. Life in Tanzania has had a certain intensity to it. It’s as if we’re rafting a river that is all rapid. Paddle left! paddle right! back-paddle! back-paddle! The river rarely slows to meander through a beautiful woodland or along a mighty escarpment. This pace of movement — this relentless intensity — doesn’t give much space to pause and appreciate the adventure.
So our time here in the States serves as a short, meandering moment in our long trip down life’s river. It is an opportunity to reflect, to consider what has happened and where we have come, and it is a rare opportunity to collect ourselves and gear up for the coming whitewater.
As we reflect we see that there is quiet to our chaos. We look back and even through the fog of chaos emerge moments of life’s pristine, humble glory.
“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and to feel…”
…that is the stuff of life, and these are a few of those moments.