I love my alone time. I need it; to recharge. But I am
realizing that I LOVE witnessing my community, and one of the times I love it
most is when I am recharging. How?
I spend a lot of my recharging time in my room.
But, I usually leave my door open. As I sit on my bed I can hear and see my
community still engaged. I love to listen to my auntie and mama watching TV. My
favorite is when soccer is playing at night and I hear screams and shouts of
“YES! YES!!!!” coming from the sitting room, and I can’t contain my smiles. Or
when naps are in order and I can hear through the wall mama or my auntie
snoring as they rest. I also love to look out my window and see small children
at play in the streets. Or watch as beloved neighbors walk by on their way to
someone’s house or the store. If it is Sunday, I get to hear music as drums
ring out beautiful sounds and people sing loud praise from my neighbor’s house
church, which continues well into the afternoon. Sometimes if it is a nice day
and I’ve been inside too long, I will hear “Elle!” being called from friends as
they walk by looking to play. And it is not only my community here that I see
when I recharge. I have on my walls cards and photos from loved ones and
community members from back in the States that they have sent me throughout
this year. I get to see them and the love that they represent, and I am just
filled with joy. My alone time to recharge is not really alone time, I am not
isolated, but witnessing, like a fly on the wall, the beauty of my community as
it swirls and dances about, and I love it.