Reflections: Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the clouds blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow?” ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
Since settling into our place, we have time to just take it all in and reflect. The children from the surrounding area visit us at the center. They must be fascinated by how these strangers dress in shorts and T-shirts, while they (the children) are covered from head to toe to ward off the sun. It’s been wonderful getting to know them. There’s something about being here which puts my soul as ease. If we take time to just reflect and appreciate, you can feel the happiness of the children, the farmers, and the community residents. What they may lack in material possessions and technology, they are abundant in communal cohesiveness and support. The little things just seem to make all the differences.