Ease

Still feeling very weak, I have had a quiet day.  Incredible how, wherever you are, books offer an intimate world of escape and today was a day that I have needed that very much.

I walked around the labyrinth of tracks and lean-to shacks after Mass this morning.  I had no bag with me and my arms were swinging loosely.  I usually need to have something to hold... a bag, a hand, keys in my pocket... maybe as a sense of security.  But I feel okay here to allow my hands to be open, empty, unburdened.  My steps were slow.  Nobody rushes here.  Ease has crept upon me now, a week into my stay.  But it is still sometimes tiring to be the visitor, the Mzungu, the odd one out.  I wish I could blend in more!  Strange how unprepared I have been for this particular challenge out here.