Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is oly that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy...and when you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight...
Verily you are suspendid like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
-K. Gibran
I am carved out and am recieving one (probably of many) burning processes. I am starting to really grasp the meaning of not only this poem but also of putting yourself in a place, taking action upon the Lord , and He will move in you. If you allow him to, and ask and thus open your heart to what he has, he will move and work.
One of my hopes in coming here was to be broken for him, repeatedly and that through this process He would better be able to continue his work in me, and in that be able to serve and understand loving people all the more. I have been in a constant state of movement , this is what it feels like to truly grow. It is incredibley painful, and yet although I am on my knees , I am not at a loss.
My purpose here is to educate people...to bride the gaps in communities, to aid in allowing two people who are completely different to better be able to relate to one another. To be able to get a view into a different life and start to grasp the essence of this person. But, this purpose gets so easily lost in all the other needs out here. It is too easy to want to do as much as possible, maybe for a good reason, but I'm learning that every little step counts, especially the details. For the past few weeks, every day, I have been mending and repairing the villagers clothing. It seems like an insignificant thing to do, but most people only have one to two pieces of clothing, and repairing it gives them clothing for maybe even another year.
I have also been thinking about the details in life and how to communicate these people and their lives and thoughts. Using photography, paintings, audio redordings and even their own words I hope to show all of you when I come back the essence of who many of these people are.