Wildflowers and Re-bound (two women teams) are living in a far far away village in Nepal. We live in a two story school complex and do different ministries. Our contact, Uncle and his family live just a little walk away in a cute little home made of bamboo, concrete and straw. Fields and small villages surround us in all directions.
Today I woke up at 5:00 AM. Struggling to go back to sleep, I put on some clothes and made my way to get some morning tea. Uncle and his family were all already awake preparing for the day ahead. He hands me a cup of chai tea and some biscuits. I can't believe I wake up for tea and biscuits every morning. Yum.
Relaxed, I walk down the path past the water buffalos, the garden, the squatty potties, the children in the field reciting the Lord's Prayer for school and up the stairs back into our room. I grab my iPod, my bible, my drawing utensils and continue down the hallway to the last classroom. The classrooms here have two brick walls, another wall with a window (basically, a rectangular hole) and a half wall that connects to the hallway.
I sit facing the half built brick wall and observe the fields in the distance. Bamboo trees sway with the wind and people work in the corn fields as goats, dogs and cows scavenge for food. The sky is gray. It might rain. My favorite.
I take a moment to accept that this is my life. Inhale.
I lay aside my leader responsibilities, the super feedback session we are going to have tonight, the World Race, the painting I have to do for a classroom today, my Nepali lessons, my fundraising, my friends and family back home, my frustrations, my victories and my doubts.
How did I do that? I wonder if anyone has ever felt this?
There are no voices lingering in my mind. Nothing to worry about or plan for.
Exhale.
Pure peace.
I think there is peace when life stops being all about me.
