These are moments that explain signs. Perhaps.
Aisha *name changed*. The same child who is fighting for her life, everyday. She's an orphan.She has AIDS.And, shehas a longing. A longing to be loved. A longing so strong, that it's palpable.This little child gave me a tight hug the minute she met me and I found my heart opening up to her in a way,that's a notch too new for me. Aisha has found her home,her love and a new world at Protsahan. So has Protsahan, in her.
Suman. The same Suman, who can't speak or hear. And yes.She can feel.I felt this surge of familiarity when I saw her, maybe because I'd already written so much about Suman. Her name means flower. For some reason, that's all that I could think of as I looked through her notebook. That's all I could think of as I scribbled a few flowers into it.Flower. :)
Slowly the class started filling in with these lovely faces I'd seen on facebook so many times before. Faces I'd been reading and writing about for months.
I'm still trying to soak-in the familiarity. Suddenly the vague one-soul theory makes some sense.
Sometimes living without reasons holding on to your faith,perhaps being a rebel, is the only way to finding your purpose,calling,happiness,god-call it anything. Perhaps.
A place and cause that has drawn me to itself without rationale or reasons.Giving me a feeling,I love. Absolutely love.
Quotes I used to read earlier make sense now,
"Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be... a prudent insurance policy.”-EG
A feeling, I love. :-)