Follow The String

Sometimes I imagine that carry a ball of string with infinite threads that I wrap around everyone I meet, then they take it on their own way. We are all intertwined through these connections. Last summer, I took the spiderweb to Kenya, and passed it off to some beautiful people. Come on in. Watch it grow. Help me learn something.

8.12.2006

Stitches

As I seem to be having some trouble putting my Kenya experience into words, I was a little bit healed when I ran across this on BBC this afternoon. I thought it was pretty incredible.

The story is almost identical to the epic that unfolded before me. Please treat his experience as though I were telling it to you - then I think you'll see why it's been hard to adjust.

It's healing to know that someone can define what they see...even as this writer cannot.

Photo Essay: A teacher's life in Uganda.

Today's Soundtrack: Unplayed Piano - Damien Rice

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