A dear friend (who sews our cards in her spare moments) sent me an email filled with quotes. I liked one the best. I will paint it one day, it says 'and forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet & the winds long to play with your hair'.
Sara has just told me a story. Here I sit. crying for the beauty and the great sadness of it.
Now here is the story...
a friend of Saras lives & works in a slum in bangkok. He decided to take a group of children to a park outside of the slum. One of those children is blind, she is blind because while she was still in the womb her mother beat her belly to try & rid herself of the baby. Shortly after she was born she was given to her elderly grandparents. She does not explore like the other children as she may fall into open sewage.
The children arrive at the park, Chris puts her on the ground, she asks him 'what is touching my toes', he looks and say's 'grass'. She tells him that she likes it. He tells her she can run as fast as she can without fear of falling. She doesn't move, so he picks her up, puts her on his back & runs. She asks 'what is touching my face'. He says, 'freedom'.
I can't breathe. this moment has swallowed me whole.
I have grass, I can feel the wind on my skin. A few months ago we started loaning small sums of money to women in poor communities, our hope is that this small thing will give them more life. we donate through Kiva. the story of the blind girl is a gift. we are made to give of ourselves, don't you think? She has given me a holy moment. what will I give her?
(photo is of lucas a year ago, running free)