Children alive with spirit and possibility

We seem to have fallen into the rhythm of our time here. The days begin with the sounds of the ocean, the crowing of roosters, breakfast chatter, morning meeting, and then we are off on the local bus. First Bob, Sylvia, and I exit, then Suzanne and Devon, and finally Kendra and Haley. There is always that moment of, “Did you tell the bus driver?” “How do you pronounce the name of our school again?” The bus driver listens patiently and nods knowing full well what is happening. Bob, Sylvia, and I exit the bus and enter the school field. It is not long before we are greeted with smiles, fist bumps, and cries of “Papa Bob!”, “Mama Sylvia!”, and “Katie!” How can you not appreciate a day that begins with the smiles and enthusiasm of these children, to pick up your head as we continue walking to the building and see the colors of the mountain side, the bright blue sky and clouds that come and go.

I am reminded of working with the Navajo communities on the reservation. Dedicated teachers and principals with minimal resources determined to keep going and do the best they can with that they have, children who are alive with spirit and possibility, and families doing what they have to do to make better lives for themselves. The sounds, smells and smiles also remind me of how privileged I feel to be here and to be welcomed into this community.

                                                                                   

Entry submitted by: Katie

Message of the Day: “You climb to the top of the mountain not to be seen but to see.”