dancing wings

As we met for an early morning Focus meeting, a coworker spoke of her recent exhaustion. And she commented on how, in the midst of the weariness, events like that we attended last night remind us of “why we are here.” I couldn’t agree more. It was a celebration of beauty, and of womanhood. And here in this land, such a celebration is particularly meaningful. It was so beautiful to see the young women I get to work with as they vocalized their hearts through poetry, and expressed them through dance. To hear a young Afghan woman speak the words, “I am from a place where keeping my guard up is a must . . . ” and to hear another say that “I am from the bird with broken wings” . . . it was heartbreaking on one level. But then to see these same young women dancing freely, and using those same “broken wings” in graceful leaps and swirls . . . Yes, it was indeed a reminder of why we are here.

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