...when our hearts are full we need much less

  • Why the Hope?

    The defining moment in my life that shifted the way I was thinking...and brought me to ubuntu.

  • Who am I?

    Great question. Tough to answer.

  • What I do

    In the sense of living and breathing and working and playing.

  • October 26, 2011

    There is oh so much Diwali spirit in the air..literally. There are fireworks and firecrackers, lights everywhere and candles being lit. We spent the day relaxing and then headed down to Katputli to visit a couple of families who invited us for Diwali. We first went to some of Jimena and Magda's childrens homes from their daycare centre and then ended at Katputli with Neha and two of the girls in my class. As we walk into Katputli, there are tons of kids and people rushing over to us, wishing us HAPPY DIWALI and holding our hands, like we were family. It was so welcoming and really brought tears to my eyes. In my short time here I feel like they are family. There is something so cozy about how they live, with their fires and friends and families close by. Their homes are freshly painted and they are in their best dresses. It made me think that in spite of everything that is wrong and corrupt and dirty in India, they have so much right here. They keep those they love nearby, they enjoy the simple things, and their spirits are so bright that they shine from the inside out. I feel so very honoured to be invited to their homes, to be a part of their Diwali and to be their friend.
    Sunset over Katputli
    Children gathered around lights, lights everywhere!
    Their temple for Puja (worship) to Rama and Laxmi
    Delicious chai and sweets for Diwali.
    We had to eat so much.
    And they won't eat with you, so everyone is crowded around watching
     and giggling at us as we say we're too full.
    Three girls from my class - sisters Nisha, Rajni & Neha
    and their studly little brother Raoul.
    Another of my girls, Muskan who lives next door.
    She's only 11 and is def. one of the brightest in the class.
    My lovely Rajni.
    She's 20 and taking her Masters degree in Arts.
    She wants to work in an art gallery.
    She also teaches children in the slum and never stops smiling.
    I love her and am so proud of her.
    'Dahdee' - their Grandmother who made sure we ate so much.
    Rangooli (sp?) on our floor at camp
    - every house is decorated with these
     colourful designs made out of a coloured powder
    Our camp cooks are the best. Tonight was extra delicious.
    This weekend?  Bikaner, sleeping in the desert and a Rat temple filled of rats with human souls. Will write Monday. Much love to all you amazing people in my life.

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