The red dusty dirt invites pilgrims like me to experience at a cellular level the truth that we are simply dust. I am dust, rich as this land. I am dust, buoyant as the particulars soaring through the air on an African breeze. Thank God for the witness of fellow dirt lovers in Rwanda that have taught me this week that being dust is a gift.
Together we will continue to author a story of love from the fields with a fairly simple plot: buy the oils, love the land, sustain the farmers, heal the world. We need all the great Thistle Friends to help this field flourish. With that, all I have is love and gratitude for friendship today.
I don’t know about you, but this question of how to live more generously rises up in me every so often. It has never gone away. Sometimes it manifests itself in judging others on their generosity or creates a long list in me about why I need to worry about having enough money. I think the disciples were cautioned to travel light because then they would always need each other and be a bit vulnerable.
The story of healing has value and I believe still that love is a viable business model. This is one of our big questions over the next week to explore.