Poems and an email from Mozella

Annapurna South at dawn
I thought you’d like to see this email Mozella sent her contacts after she got back. You’ll see why it was wonderful to have her company on our trip. I’ve also included her poems in this post.
Dear Friends,
I have just returned from a wonderful ten day voluntourism trip: Sydney Frymire’s The Trek Of Your Life™ —
Breaking the ice with villagers warming up to questions and conversations — Sounds of Kathmandu —
Trekking up seemingly impossible stone steps — Avoiding more cow dung than I’ve ever seen in my life —
Mingling with passing strangers around a Lodge fire — Navigating my way through curiosity and differences —
Stunned by sometimes shy, snowy Himalayan ranges — Captivated by foot hills we would call mountains — Fresh air
and crowing roosters — Flapping prayer flags and spinning prayer wheels — Buddhas, temples and
gods galore — The soft celebratory flames of The Festival of Lights.
Namaste,
mozella
p.s. attached are three poems i wrote that are
reflective of various experiences on my trek…enjoy
Waking Up To What I Couldn’t See
Shrouded … yet in place not going anywhere …just waiting for meGlistening and
spilling truth across a clear blue skyTransformed by movement that lifted just in time
so that when I woke upThe light was on..
… Annapurna smiled
Through Blue Eyes
A stranger trekking on the other side of
a narrow path tells me she has not seen my kind on this trailThis trail, I think-‐ green land, brown people -‐ and she has not seen meI perceive that we are one even though the women who
walk with me, on the same side of the stone steps of the Himalayan foot hills,Who hear the same village voices, and experience the colours of cultureSee through a different lens, and interpret with another understanding
As though our boots and our
walking sticks are not one behind the other
Same path
but we do not see each other
One path
though we do not have the same view
Same path
my eyes are not blue
Namaste!
Say you closed eyes,
bowed head
and touching palms
Namaste on life’s
narrow, earthen paths
in her royal, silken
expansive air
Not my significance….yours
for You are the One
Namaste for spirits
merely walking
through each other
…and for those
so intertwined
Namaste for a soul
hardened by hello
Mozella Perry Ademiluyi
November, 2011©www.loveisamountain.com

Baby sleeping November, 2011©www.loveisamountain.com