In light of this new reading obsession, I’ve been devouring the classics. My most recent companion: My Antonia by Willa Cather. In the storyline, one of the characters develops an illness called “mountain fever”.
In my imaginary world, I’m suffering from a similar disease. There is just something about the mountains…
Up here, the air is cleaner. Up here, the climate is cooler.
Up here, I can hear myself think. My mind and my heart are at ease.
Up here I can dream. Up here I can imagine.
Spending time in a remote location is always conducive to a creative lifestyle. Hopefully when I return to Bujumbura tomorrow I will feel refreshed, renewed, ready to channel this energy to my work at Amahoro.
Satisfy us in the morning with Your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us; establish the work of our hands for us — yes, establish the work of our hands. Psalm 90: 14, 17