On the Inside

I can't get it out of my mind. Those eyes. The feel of her hand finding its way to mine. The certainty of his steady presence in the dark. How she showed me the faded photograph of herself in the smart red suit. How we embraced because there were no words between us. How his small hand smoothed the hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear without hesitation. How she looked out over her land and seemed to glow under a fading sun. How he insisted that I take his bible and asked me not to forget. These moments surface... tugging me deep down to a sliver of a space that makes my heart ache. A place where logic fails and courage is required. A place with no exit sign.

Comments

[Wanda]

I read your posts and sometimes there are no words. I am imagining that some of that is what you felt during the experience and as you try to write about it. I want to leave a comment to let you know that I am reading your words and soaking in your photos. Forgive me if words fail me.

[littlepurplecow (Stephanie Roberts)]

Wanda, thank you.

[wilsonian]

That's one of our deepest longings, isn't it... to not be forgotten.
I think that little message 'courage' is for all of us.

[Monica]

I often read these Africa posts and am so moved. You've had courage too. To go and do this. It's huge. It's a huge step out of your comfort zone. To come home and process it all takes courage too. This was a beautiful post.

[Shutter Sisters]

this is an amazing post. it says it all steph.