To Stand on Broken Ground


I dreamed about this place several months ago... stepping slowly through mud and feeling a little tentative on broken ground. In my dream it was dim. I walked with people I didn't recognize and sensed curious eyes upon me, but I felt comfortable. Like I was meant to be there. I felt peace.
So it was oddly familiar when Jen and I walked with new friends, Renu (pictured above), Mukesh, Subhash and Sabi through one of Kathmandu's largest slums, home to many of Renu's students at Koseli, the school she founded. It was a gift to be invited here. To walk on this ground, step in these homes, and hear "Namaste." To share a glimpse of this reality.
I don't really have words yet to describe all that we experienced throughout Nepal. I could relay the sequence of events, identify the geographic destinations, share the motion sequence of steam lifting from a glass of chai on a worn wooden table beside a bumpy road, and show you the lighthearted iPhone images I made along the way... but the real weight of the experience sits in my images of the people who shared their lives with us. Jen and I are eager to introduce these Nepali people to you over the next several weeks, maybe even months... but for now, I want you to picture yourself standing on broken ground. And I want you to imagine what hope might look like.