SYDNEY FRYMIRE
- Dec 6, 2011
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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

Poems and an email from Mozella

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