An indigenous Mesoamerican myth describes the discovery and opening of a mountain filled with maize, capable of providing sustenance to the people of the world. Nonetheless, hundreds of years after this event would have occurred, we continue to hunger— physically, emotionally, spiritually. The images and text of this blog will relay my own quest to understand the world around me through observation and reflection on the people and places encountered during my wanderings— people also searching, in a variety of ways, to partake of life’s bounty.
I’ve previously written about my wonderful experience with young monks in Ethiopia. This picture is of an adult devotee walking in a rock-hewn church illuminated by the early morning sun. Like the centuries-old church he is aged and weathered, but moves with purpose and has a defined function in his religion. It must be particularly comforting to have a role and place in the world as one reaches the twilight of life. Surely, he has worked and struggled over the years to occupy it.