- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
vast green of the ricefields, throbbing heart of Tchad, shivering rows
bending and rising to the mercy of the rain
the hope of Tchad - this shimmering green patchwork is the only thing
standing between the farmers of Bere and starvation