Wiring in our apartment...pretty good for Morocco.
More wiring...our landlord is in town and updating our unit so we on our own electicity bill.
Men's basketball team - "summer jerseys" - nice!
Sean and his b-ball crew!
On the way to the game...15 kids, one van and a 6'4" man...hmmm...
Date palm blossoming and grape vine on our back porch...summer is here!
Annual gathering to give thanks to Allah.
Sean and the cool kids.
MMMMMM...pizza, thanks to Gramma Lore and the cheese and pepporni she sent us - THANK YOU!Finding purpose in life. There are those moments, ever so fleeting, when you just feel like, maybe, for just a second, you have really found your calling. Maybe for some, who are lucky, this happened a long time ago, or happens often or continues to happen over and over. But for me…the feeling of purpose, true meaning, has only been blessed upon me on rare occasions…and then I think "yes, this is what I am supposed to do". But ultimately, I go head-strong down that path (not looking back, making quick decisions and sticking to them), and realize that I happened upon something else that brings about its own purpose and meaning abandoning the original thought. This, I think, makes me look like an indecisive, gypsy woman.
Example: After many months of limited-language "discussions" (really just me staying a noun and a mis-conjugated verb), I have a small, but routine women's exercise class. Our space is small, dirty, and we desperately need a mat for the floor, but we are now meeting three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 6:00pm to 7:15pm. And, I have found meaning here among the Moroccans. I don't REALLY know what I am doing, but I am loving it. Every time I am scared as heck to get in front of the four to six women (hopefully, increasing as word gets out…), but once the music starts and we begin sweating together out of rhythm, out of cinch and out of breath…I just feel purpose. Okay, it could just be the endorphins kicking in, but I would like to think the feeling of meaning is a bit beyond that. I hope I am not working them too hard. I am sore myself after yesterday's session…but it hurts so good!!!
So, does it make sense? My first thought was, yes, Peace Corps, that could be good, so we apply, we get in, we charge boldly down an uncharted path…and then we happen upon some purpose. It is not what we planned; we are here to help develop small business, right? But instead we find small snippets of fulfillment among unrelated activities; helping teenage boys with their basketball shot and defensive positioning and working out to Lady GaGa with middle-aged, uncoordinated, passionate women. Of course tomorrow brings new challenges, but hopefully new meaning too.
Our love goes out to everyone especially our beloved brother-in-law, who recently lost his incredibly caring mother. Peace and love to all and please know that we are thinking of you and the positive role you play in our lives and the meaning and purpose each and every one of you has in this wonderful world.
~em
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