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The Walk

The Walk

Today we walked a neighborhood

that was not our own.

 

We walked with friends

one family was from our town

one family was from the other

side of the world. 

 

Occasionally we stopped

to meet a kind soul,

to wait for a child,

to relish in beauty.

 

Beauty of a tree

half green, half red.

 

Beauty of a bright leaf

already fallen.

 

Beauty of the crunching

of fallen leaves underfoot.

 

But, I wonder-

didn’t we spend the entire walk

delighting in beauty?

 

Beauty of conversation

slowed to help English be understood.

 

Beauty of laughter

which sounds equally joyful in any language.

 

Beauty of community

as people paused for kindness.

 

Beauty of the chatter of children

as they experience the world.

 

Today we walked a neighborhood

that was not our own.

 

It was beautiful. 

 

 

I wrote this piece in the fall of 2016 after we walked the neighborhood around the home of our newly arrived refugee family friends.  We shared a meal of soup and bread in a park, with a family that lived near our newly arrived friends.  There were 6 adults and a gaggle of children.  After the heavy blue soup pot was packed up and the picnic tables cleared, we walked the sidewalks around their homes.  One family had lived there for years and knew so many people.  One family had only just arrived and knew no one.  Neighbors came out to introduce themselves.  Conversations bloomed.  Children laughed.  Like in travel, it is helpful to have children around in a new situation like this.  Children are un-phased by difference.  The language barrier did not stop them.  The difference in skin color did not slow their smiles.  Difference was not a barrier.  Reflecting back to last week’s post, I think this is another reason I travel with my kids-to live that different is not dangerous.  Different is beautiful, meant to be explored, and reveled in.  Different is meant to be learned from and appreciated.  Somehow in the great passage from childhood to adult we lose some of that wonder.  As my daughter travels in Europe this week, I was told how impressed her host family was with how interested she is in everything.  She is soaking it in, she is lost in a sense of wonder.  She is learning from a culture that is not her own.  And learning, and learning and learning.  She is learning face to face, not through what may or may not be biased news reports.  Just like we learned with our new family friends as we walked a neighborhood with them.  Side by side.  Face to face.  Smile to smile. 

 

Let’s carry World Refugee Day with us beyond one day.  How can you reach out and learn from someone who grew up in a different place, has a different food culture, makes their tea differently?  Side by side.  Face to face.  Smile to smile.  #choosewelcome 

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