Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Broken Hearts and Broken Bones
I woke up this morning at 4:30 by our puppy needing to go outside. I pulled on wool socks and a flannel shirt over my pyjamas and brought her out into the yard. I stood on the step and it was a crisp, clear darkness around me. The dog is content to wander around the frosty grass for a few moments so I sat down and wrapped my arms around my legs to wait. The nightly train rumbles past about a half kilometer away and startles the dog who stands quivering staring in the direction of the noise. She goes back to wandering about the yard and I think of the warm house that waits behind me to welcome me back to bed. My thoughts return to Mulenga, as they do so many times a day, and I am once again, aware of how fortunate I am to have a warm house to retreat to and I wonder how my friends are this day, coming into the rainy season in homes that can only loosely be called shelter.