Lightning and Thunder Comes and Goes

February 18, 2015

Its 8:45PM and dark; the whole town is shut down and everyone appears to be sleeping. We hear thunder. And then it’s gone. We see faint flashes of lights.

“Wouldn’t it be cool to sit in a thunder and rain storm?

We’re sitting on two rocks just outside Auntie’s house. Staring off into the horizon.

A perfect bright pink lightning bolt splits the sky. Blackness

Comes and goes.
There. Not there.

Even the in-between, with the plain darkness – there is so much beauty.

Is it because I know what it is capable of? Because I am anticipating something extraordinary?

Or something else...?

Drop of rain.
Sprinkle.
Hail storm!

Next morning - the sun illuminates the circumference of every tree in the backdrop. The dust and dirt all dampened to the ground.
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February 26, 2015

It's now the last day of clinic. I’ve created so many relationships over the last two months, and though I am used to people coming and going from my life, I wonder about the patients – and their care (or lack of care) as the clinic closes for six months; and they will not have any reliable doctor whom they trust to care for them. Though we have been prepping them since day one - that our presence is not forever - how will they do on their own? It feels wrong…to just let them go…

There. Not there.

Is there beauty in the in-between, in the darkness?

Are we making positive change?

I hope so…

(to be continued)