Tears of Truth

Tears of Truth

Monday, January 25th it happened. I was reading the email from Dr. Isaac Nserester, the visionary behind the Ugandan project, when I cried the kind of tears where your heart breaks open and a ‘yes’ emerges without hesitation and where the mind’s list holds neither meaning nor weight. I was trying real hard to drop the mind, relax and allow the answer to come.

Up until this break through, I wanted to cut my head off. There was so much to figure out to make a good decision. The run-on sentence in my brain went something like: what about all those diseases reported by the CDC, do I want to expose myself to this, and then there is the unknown expenses and what about the wear and tear on the body and long flight and my god, what about the right shoes, what about being practical and staying close to home to explore my next financial steps, and then there is the tropics, Uganda is on the equator and I have a bag full of turtlenecks, and what about my commitment to simplicity and this is getting so complex and the exhaustion and the waffle and waiver could all simply go away if I said: No Thank You. Did you follow that?

I could not get a grip on this Uganda thing. By day I said yes, by night the doubt and concerns crept in. And now a definitive 'yes' has emerged and now I can focus on the important things like what shoes to wear and a quick history lesson. I have to be in Uganda on February 23^rd. The ticket has been purchased and there appears plenty of time to obsess on the other decisions like the right airline bag and how to dress. And yes, the truth does set you free.