& so it is.
My feet have reached a new surface. Slowly but surely I have become well aquainted with the deep orange of Georgia's saturated soil. There is a consistant pressing on every part of my body from the thick air & heat surrounding us. Our first night we slept on the floor of a shelter welcoming in the change that we can no longer delay.
Our lives will be changed. When we return home we will be different people. It is a constant thought on my mind to remember what one of our leaders has said to us….
We will come home with different eyes. Behind them will be responsibility...