Africa Bound

A pile of rolled clothes, toiletries, papers, books and shoes lies on my living room floor. My son is Africa bound for the second semester of his junior year in college.

My heart aches as I look at the pile.  I'll miss him.  I will worry.  I'm also very excited about his adventure.  His world view will certainly change, and so will ours.  Questions fill my head: Who will he meet?  What will he learn?  How will he change?

He'll be gone for six months.  We'll keep in touch using FaceTime and email.  Gibran writes, "His arrows may go swift and far./Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness." With this message as my fortitude, I will send him with my love and wishes for an extraordinary journey and look forward to the stories he'll share.



On Children
 Kahlil Gibran
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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