Eashwaramma
just called me up. And after I speak to her and Varalu, I have fresh
energy. What is it in these poor village people that infuses a sense of
peace and goodness and faith ... though the actual stories are of
sufferring.
I know it - but its hard to put in words.
It is vast open horizons, it is a sense of community where people stick up for each other in times of need, Even if there are
a million squabbles at other times. It is a space of work, where the
smallest child starts using a broom when she starts tottering, and the
oldest man visits the feild to shoo away the birds ...The therapy of
useful work responsibly done ... It is a deep faith in a power of
goodness, in God, that enables them to follow the precepts of goodness,
and of shareing.
A village is in sad economic straits, but equally in possession of priceless riches ... of goodness, of peace ....
The utter generosity of the poor humbles us. They give rice to every mendicant even when their rice is getting over. That is what they are defined by.
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