Friday, September 5, 2014
“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.” ― William W. Purkey
Our son, John, is now safely at his older brother’s in San Jose, California, after three flights totaling twenty-three hours of flying and seven hours of waiting between planes, but the miracle is that he could do that at all. It wasn’t that many years ago, that it would have been a journey of months or years, and they wouldn’t have had in-flight movies. We worried, of course, because that’s what parents do, but he's safe now and other things still require our attention. Small children still need to be fed and taught, the propane tanks have to be replaced when empty, and storm damage has to be repaired. We will be having a seven-day seminar for thirty people here while John is gone and I am laid-up and unable to help, but Shaban is stepping in to run things, so no worries. The seminar is on how to find and recognize local plants that have medicinal properties which is important when the people are this poor. One of the reasons they wanted to have it here is that we have several of these plants growing on our grounds. Francis is back after a four-day funeral leave, and Edina is back after an eight-day funeral absence, so we are at least back up to full strength—well the staff is, I’m not. The bruises are looking better but the cracked rib pain is not all that funny. I would not recommend it. If you’ve had it, you know how bad it is and how long it lasts. If you haven’t had it, pray that you never do. I get my last pain injection tomorrow and then it’s just ibuprofen and watching John Wayne movies. John Wayne could do just about anything no matter how badly he was hurt. Since he starred in the movie “The Alamo” I’m surprised it didn’t end differently. The puppy, Benjy, knows that something is amiss and looks for John in every room. We let him sleep with some things that have John’s scent and that seems to help. It’s been remarkably rainy and cold (cold for East Africa is between 65 and 70 degrees fahrenheit with no sun). The staff are all wearing jackets and Karen has on two sweaters. If we had a fireplace, we’d have a fire in it. Life goes on no matter what has happened elsewhere or what hurts or joys have come your way. The trick is to always live it, this is not a dress rehearsal, it’s the real thing, and whether you choose to believe it or not, there will be a judgement day. May it not find you wanting.