This time tomorrow I’ll be at the airport. The excitement (and nerves) have kicked in. I’m so organised that I could pick up my bag and leave now…
I won’t lie, the fundraising side of this journey was tough. It bought up some ‘stuff’ for me that I thought I’d dealt with. I got sick. I had a painful foot injury.
But I got there. I pushed the ‘stuff’ aside and made it happen. I got better.
Now the fun really begins…some time in LA to recharge, relax – and hike! – before heading off to Mexico (and some more hiking!) to see first hand why I’ve been working so hard to support The Hunger Project. To be exposed to a new culture, and to the possibilities that are available to people who aren’t willing to accept their circumstances, but want to improve their lives. To end their own hunger.
This trip will also involve some work on myself. To continue my own leadership journey, and put some plans and goals in place that will improve my own future. Bring it on!
I’ve been provided with a workbook, and in this workbook is the following story that I think sums up The Hunger Project (and the work they do) perfectly:
The Moth and the Cocoon
A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth and he took it home to watch it emerge. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force its body through that little hole.
Deciding something was wrong, the mane took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily, but its body was swollen and wings small and shrivelled.
The man expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body in its natural beauty, but they did not. Instead of developing into the creature free to fly, the moth spent its life crawling around with a swollen body and shrivelled wings.
The constricting cocoon and the struggle necessary to pass through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into the wings. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. The merciful snip was, in reality, cruel. Sometimes struggle is exactly what we need in life.
There will be some Blogs for sure when I come back. Where I’ll share my trip, and my experiences.