[to fill you in - mary is a dear and close friend of mine who left behind her life in new york to travel the world. for a year. her blog is just a snippet of all she has seen and done thus far. she amazes me deeply for picking up and going the way she did - she lives a life many of us dream of.]
now that mary is outside of europe, her internet connection is sparse, but my favourite part of the morning is a cup of tea, and checking to see if i have an update from her in my email. i keep all of her emails in a folder, and when i need a break, i read one. i put myself there with her, traveling, exploring and breathing new air. and then look at the beautiful photos of these places where she has left her mark and laid her head. where she has walked and what she has seen.
some of these places though, are so breath-takingly beautiful but so poor. so very poor. people run to her as she sets foot on their dirt roads. welcome her into their homes made of mud. prepare her meals that they grow themselves in their backyards. they have so little, but are so giving. so willing to open their homes and their families to a girl passing through. a girl who has it all back in america. just to look at her. learn from her. give her henna tattoos and play with her hair. teach her. nourish her.
i wish some of us could be like those who give. they never stop, and will do the same to the next person who walks by their home.
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there is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone else.
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