Sunday
Aug232009
Toward the Mountain


We were headed toward the mountain on the backs of rented motorcycles. The place where Innocent goes to fast and pray for days at a time. He was eager to share it with us and chose the shady space beneath the tree at the summit as the setting for his story. I felt unsure about this excursion at the outset... miles away from the quiet village of Mutara... my arms wrapped snuggly around Mupenzi's waist wondering what would happen if I let go... But as the dusty path lead us closer to the base of the mountain we would climb, I found myself easing into the experience. Loosening my grip and letting go.
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