Jorge
(Seeds of Love and Hope International Society's president)
and his family
left at the beginning of the week
to go for a family visit
and to spend some time up at the centre
my heart went with them...
I think about our last day there
the broken hearts
the tears
I think about this young woman
she had been a permanent fixture in my "hair studio"
her and her beautiful daughter
she became a mother at 15
she was now 18
and living day to day on the hill side
no apparent future...
maybe a hairstylist?
*
this last day
she sought me out
to give me a gift
and with tears streaming down her cheeks
she slipped a bracelet on my wrist
it still brings tears to my eyes to think of it
I hadn't talk to her a lot
but she was there everyday
and everyday
I greeted her with my limited spanish
and was happy to have her there...
I had no idea
how my being there had affected her
till that afternoon
when she found me in the storage room
we embraced
we shared tears
and I held her close
I felt her heart beat against mine
there were others
I came home bejewelled
trinkets
wrist bands
childhood beads
gifts I treasure
wear with pride
knowing the deep meaning of each
remembering the face of each who gave
and so
as Jorge went back
gifts from my heart went with
small tokens
to remind
that in the absence
the love remains
never
that far away
*
I leave you with these visuals
and
sometimes my lovelies
we need to go back
to where a piece of our heart remains
Where does a piece of your heart remain?
Love and Light
(for more on my pilgrimage to Colombia go here)