Poems and an email from Mozella

Annapurna South at dawn

Annapurna South at dawn

I thought you’d like to see this email Mozella sent her contacts after she got back. You’ll see why it was wonderful to have her company on our trip.  I’ve also included her poems in this post.

Dear Friends,

I have just returned from a wonderful ten day voluntourism trip: Sydney Frymire’s The Trek Of Your Life™ —

Breaking the ice with villagers warming up to questions and conversations — Sounds of Kathmandu — 
Trekking up seemingly impossible stone steps — Avoiding more cow dung than I’ve ever seen in my life —
Mingling with passing strangers around a Lodge fire — Navigating my way through curiosity and differences —
Stunned by sometimes shy, snowy Himalayan ranges — Captivated by foot hills we would call mountains — Fresh air
and crowing roosters — Flapping prayer flags and spinning prayer wheels — Buddhas, temples and 

gods galore — The soft celebratory flames of The Festival of Lights.


Namaste,
mozella
p.s. attached are three poems i wrote that are
reflective of various experiences on my trek…enjoy
Waking Up To What I Couldn’t See    
Shrouded … yet in place
not going anywhere
…just waiting for meGlistening  and
spilling truth  across
a clear blue skyTransformed by movement
that lifted  just in time
so that when  I woke upThe  light was on..
… Annapurna smiled

Through  Blue Eyes    

A stranger trekking  on
the  other side  of

a    narrow  path
tells  me  she  has  not  seen
my kind on this trailThis trail, I think-­‐
green land, brown people
-­‐ and she has not seen meI  perceive  that we are one
even though the women who

walk with me, on the same  side
of the stone steps
of the Himalayan foot hills,Who hear the same village voices,
and experience  the
colours  of
cultureSee  through  a different  lens,
and interpret with another
understanding

As  though our boots  and  our

walking sticks are not one behind the other

Same path
but we do not see each other
One path
though we do not have the same view
Same path
my eyes are not blue
Namaste!

Say you closed eyes,
bowed head
and touching palms
Namaste on life’s
narrow, earthen paths
in her royal, silken
       expansive air
Not my significance….yours
for You are the One
Namaste for spirits
merely walking
through each other
…and for those
so intertwined
Namaste for a soul
                                                                                    hardened by hello
Mozella Perry Ademiluyi
                                                                                                                                November, 2011©www.loveisamountain.com

Baby sleeping November, 2011©www.loveisamountain.com

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