the stables

if you'd told me or described to my friends that i would go to another country and perform on stage dances dramas and public speaking i would have laughed my head off, so would they - you just described my worst nightmare. still i had three choices i could leg it, keep my head down or throw myself into it and hope to get something out of it.

last night we went to an orphage and old peoples home, thats right you read it right, an old peoples home AND orphanage. we arrived to find that the kids were away at summer day camps and the oldies were having a nap, until one of the workers came out and said there were 10 kids here, so we went and spent some time with them, they sang for us we sang for them, we did some dramas and then prayed for them. took a snap and left, its about as uinfulfilling as it gets i dont think we really blessed them apart from actually praying blessings over them.

across the courtyard we went into what was still basically stables, not even converrted stables but cleaned out wack em in stables old peoples home, a section 'the sick room' where there were mentall ill and disabled people one woman looked really freiky we were told she was 25 she had the frame of a girl and large beady lgased eyes and sat incoherant smiling and looking others were bedridden and some mearly curious.
The next bit had old ladies who smiled and i managed to find my feet and my voice, put my hands together and say namaste, ask their names inquire how they were and remembering how important touch was to the lepers, made a pont of holding they hand or touching their arm smiling and being warm. They looked like they hadnt seen people from the outside world for years my guess is they hadnt, it was the first time i felt like i was doing something that ment something to someone, talking and laughing and praying for these little old ladies in a stable.