Ashtanga Traveler

It took me well into the afternoon of the next day to recover from the movie.....or was it the movie, perhpas not the movie so much as the reality behind the movie....the what I do know and what I do not know.

I was taken back to India in a flash....the faces. The innocence and yet the wisdom in such open eyes.

I was taken back to classes in Medical Microbiology in university, early 90's....when the CDC lady came in for a guest lecture to discuss things like efficacy testing in developing countries....things that just do not happen in the West, but which are just the guts of another day in other places....makes me sick.

Equality? I reminded my brother of that when he left for Iraq.....

Those eyes, the smiles and laughter.....the movement.

I could only listen to the last 45 minutes or so of the movie because I was motion sick.....a long day of teaching and work, more ink on the skin to make me even more sensitive perhaps.....

I woke up in tears on Saturday morning. Stayed behind to get the kids breakfast going before heading to practice and assist....wondering if what I was doing was really "worthy".

I mean what...WHAT......am I doing?

Is it enough? Could it ever be?