Reflection
It’s been close to 3 weeks since I returned from Uganda. Coming back was a numbing experience. The day after I returned I remember slowly walking up and down the aisles of Harris Teeter in awe at the sheer abundance of it all. It was truly amazing; apples, fruit, canned goods & fresh meat as far as the eye could see. It was a virtual cathedral of consumerism, such a variety of food, all prepackaged & prepared and ready for consumption. It might strike you as odd to describe a supermarket in this way but, it’s such an impressive display of our wealth.
It was difficult leaving. It’s how you would feel if you were pulled out of a movie right in the middle of the action scene. You can feel that the activity is intensifying in but back in North Carolina you only get bits and pieces of it. It’s totally unsatisfying and in many ways it makes me wish I had never left. Part of the dissatisfaction lies in what my life has become here. It’s not as if I'm not having a good time, or that my work is unfulfilling because it is, and I’m happy to be here. It’s just that Uganda feels so distant to me now. What’s distant is the taste, the feel of the place. It’s the rush you get when you realize how truly fortunate you are. It indebts you with this urge to act and a deep understanding there is no sense in wasting time. It’s the same feeling cancer survivors have and it’s what’s left after everything you once valued is stripped away and laid bare. It’s the feeling that your life can have purpose. It’s the visceral, tactile sense that you're doing something good for the world. Keep reading...