Extracts from Renée K.’s Journal, one month after her arrival in India as a volunteer with Heart’s Home.
It is from here that I write; Thursday, our day of rest. I soon discover the reality of this life…many little discoveries that are saturating my senses. There is no slow transistion into India. I meet Chengalpet, the town where I live, via a bright blue auto rickshaw with a relentless horn and courageous driver traveling ever so close to the others sharing the road. It is here that my perception of life and love and God is being transformed. Discovering day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment the expansefulness of Time…a gift in which I am given to live. Drifting away from my perspective of man-made time and stiving to live in the Eternal Now. And that is the struggle…and my call: to be.
As I shift my view, learning everything all over again…how to speak, dress, bathe, sleep…learning the swervy, dusty roads of the crowed and colorful village…stumbling over new terrain…I sit in wonder before our friends who are my masters of being. The old, the young, the babies, the teenagers, some muslim, some hindu, all welcoming us into their homes as their own daughters and sisters. As a silent onlooker, absorbing the children’s smiles, studying wrinkles of age upon the ageless grandmothers, feeling the pain of the young wife who is beaten daily by her husband. Becoming a part of the history and presence of faithful Heart’s Home friends; discovering old friends and encountering new…all of whom God brings to us.
Sampatappa is one such old friend; wisdom and grace seep from this Brahmin Hindu’s deep blue eyes...