| Memories
of Anandwan
Images
of swept roads in the early morning, people walking the streets on their
way to work, collecting chai in a small metal container from the communal
kitchen before the sun has even risen.
White houses with round roofs and broken coloured tiles that reflect the
heat and keep the homes cool.
Rose gardens, lanes with big trees full of birds, lakes full of fish,
banana and chilli fields, pink flower bushes framing the road, schools
full of laughing children, hospitals with doctors that are committing
their life to the service of others.
Scenes of truly humble people raising their broken hands to a sincere
namaste, people with big smiles showing gratitude to be alive.
The
people of Anandwan have gained back their self respect and live
a harmonious respectful life among each other and somehow I feel
a strong aliveness radiating from their being.
I feel inspired, overwhelmed,
touched
by what I see and feel in the Forest of Bliss. |
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