Have you ever had those moments when you finally let go and magic happens?
I was a clenched anus of blockage. For two months and 28 days, my life was filled with adjustments upon adjustments.
With four days to go on volunteering, that’s when I decided to climb a mountain.
Er.. not exactly a mountain, I suppose. The landscape surrounding the volunteer home consisted of a busy highway, beyond that, endless hills. High enough that you can’t see past them. Dotted with tangled bush or flattened by fire to scare away snakes or ready the ground for planting.
Tucked into those hills, I knew there was a pristine lake. Beyond that, my imagination took over.
That day I dropped the primary kids off at school and decided to cut through a field in front of the village.
I came upon dwellings that reminded me of igloos, except these were desert igloos. Not a chip of ice was used in their construction.
There had to be 15 or 20 tents.
I thought of long, black worms when I gazed at them. Corrugated metal acted as walls and insulation. Shiny garbage bags must have been rain protection, and sawed off branches held everything in place.
I arrived at a clearing. At my feet, lay the leavings of a fire, rocks composed in circles smeared with dark ash.
A few steps further, there they were. A group of women huddled before me, staring in fascination. They seemed very young, my guess, ages 17 to 21. Children of varying ages surrounded them, dressed in mismatched clothes, or barely anything at all. Their tiny faces were