I'm sitting here this morning, back in my chair by the window in Minneapolis, drinking rooibos tea out of a painted cup from Africa while staring at a "Welcome Home" banner from my in-laws. I'm home.
Ashley and I have had a hard time expressing what we've learned so far. It's like we just want people to be here in South Africa with us, only THEN could they actually understand some of the things we've experienced. Additionally, we set about with the goal of "listen and learn" while we are here, so that means we've done a lot of listening and not a lot of talking. (The picture above is from our visit to the Slave Lodge; one of the oldest buildings and Cape Town and was originally used to store and sell slaves).
Water, water, everywhere. Even where it shouldn't be. It's in the Waterfront and the Atlantic Ocean, the sudden rain and rolling clouds over Table Mountain, the guy peeing on the street outside our window, and thank goodness for indoor plumbing... because, yikes...
Ashley and I have been in South Africa for a full two weeks now, and I can't believe how quickly it's going by. We've been busier than a springbok in summer (is that a South African saying? I don't know I just made it up.)
It's come to my attention that my friends and family from home don't know a ton about the country. So, I thought I'd give you a bit more background on the country so future entries make more sense.
Over the past year, Ashley and I have learned to hold everything loosely; our plans, our expectations, our ideas, our relationships, and even our beliefs. We stick our hands palm up in front of us, ready to receive what the divine might have for us in the next moment. We release our attachments to what we think we know in favor of love, connection, and integration. We are tested time and time again–all preparing us for the great big journey of tomorrow. While this process will only keep on repeating itself, we are at a very tall peak. We are going back to South Africa. :O