We are home again. It feels like I’ve lived seven lifetimes since I was last on this page. And now to make sense of it all.
I’ve uploaded all of my photos to the computer. As I sort through them, I will start to tell the story of our journey and what we learned: about Uganda, the women we were working with, and about ourselves and our place in this world. Craig actually was the major photographer on this trip. I did take some photos, but I found that when I switched into the role of photographer, it took me outside of the experience. I realized that I much preferred being right there in the middle of this circle of women. When I did pull out the camera, the women stopped being themselves and went into posing mode, so I couldn’t get any candid shots. I decided it was best to leave that to Craig, and he did it well.
I have so much to think about now. Before going on this trip, I was already reevaluating my life path. Now, post this incredible experience, some things about that life path have become so much more clear, yet at the same time there are even more questions to answer. My biggest fear is slipping back into apathy and my tendency to get lost inside my head or in the daily rush through life. The biggest thing this trip has taught me is that I have to get outside myself.
For now I will unpack my suitcases, wash the red Uganda earth out of my clothes, restock the refrigerator, and wake up my kefir. I will be back with the first photos on Wednesday. In the meantime, be sure to check out Craig’s posts over on The Fistula Project’s Facebook page.