Small rememberings of Santorini this afternoon—
The donkey ride to navigate the steep incline.
Walking up and down the small stairs and tight alleyways.
Buying ceramics, coffee, and souvlaki.
A camera heavy around my neck.
~Pretty Thunder
Travel
Cool Water Tonight
It’s after midnight here. I just turned on the water to wash my hands and it’s ice cold. I bent down and drank from the pipe and am so grateful. Images pass through my mind of times water was so scarce. Toting water deep in the bush in Wassembo. There was a narrow dirt path in the village. One had to carry a Bamboo pole about 12 to 15 feet long, with a bucket at the end of it. Once at the water source, you had to put it down the hole, catch water and bring it back up. Then walk back to the village.
~Pretty Thunder
Grateful for Sweet Potatoes
I don’t really have deep thoughts these days, if I do, I don’t know that they’re deep. Tonight, standing in the kitchen, peeling and chopping sweet potatoes. I’m so grateful. I often think about the women working hard in remote villages that I’ve traveled to. How they process their provisions, how they process their cassava. Backbreaking work with very little tools. Fufu drying in the compound. My young friend walking down a dusty dirt road to get the cassava for dinner. Grateful for the small pieces of meat. Greens, tomatoes and ground nuts. I search for the fat in my bowl. #smallthoughts #grateful
The House has Chocolate and Coffee
The house has chocolate and coffee. In the refrigerator there’s sausage and cheese. Tomatoes and pears are ripening on the kitchen counter. I never forget how blessed some of us are. Washing our hands under warm water that comes from a pipe.
