Sound of cars soon broke through the morning silence. I step out to see Carina, Lynda and others walking towards the van. We load boxes of school supplies until the cargo area is filled. Between loading trips, I pause, and hear the sleepy silence again, mingled in the cool morning air, like chilled 7-up poured over ice.
I can't see the stars right now, and the moon looks pale. I remember their brilliance, however, on that blacked out night. They shone against the velvety night sky, as I lay under thick blankets in stretched out lounge chairs by the pool staring back at them, mesmerized. Trees pitched their branches high, their silhouette menacing, as if in protest of being overshadowed. But even they softened as my lids grew heavy, turning into dancers posing against a dimly lit set of stage curtains. Neighborhood block parties went on around us, so we didn't feel completely alone. But the magic and wonders of a starlit sky outweighed everything that night, pulling me close into an embrace, and only letting me go on a tether of silvery light. To eyes and hearts that are open, something magnificent appeared that night, with more brilliance than all the power combined from all the generators on our tiny blue planet.
|350 backpacks for 350 children - fishes and loaves|
So it was with anticipation and excitement we finally set off into the direction of Centro Shalom Mexico. The road will be bumpy, but all I see are sweet smiles of success, already.