ahhh...inspiration

Well week 3 has begun. I'll describe the weekend in details tommorrow when it's not dark and i'm not about to jump on the motorcycle of a stranger and travel for 3o minutes with no street lights. The later it gets the more ominous the darkness and the stranger ness is.

Until then, Monique shared with me the most beautiful poem that seems to send the message of Africa. And I wanted to send that message to you.

It's called The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day, you finally knew
what you had to do and began
though the voices around
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
but you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Blessings,

Shai