Kili hiking and continuing thoughts: under a blood moon.

​It is helpful to attend to just how small we are. One of the good things about being away was being away. No noise about making some country great again. (For the record, we should not try to be great. We should try to serve others and we might bump into greatness along the way-just sayin🤓)

​But my smallness was evident and experienced in every conceivable way: the blood moon revealed a vast starlit sky I rarely see in the Northeast, the shortest of steps were the only means of hiking for hours on end, my choice of clothing was limited to three (3), and any pretense of confidence or pride was reduced to a reliance upon everyone else on the team for the most basic of functions. I am used to being competent. But here, not so much and in comparison, I had no room for an opinion. Our guides go up twice a month. Lead guide Ewaldi has seen summit 140 times. Looking out over the Arctic desert, I observed, “I bet this view never gets old.” The guide’s silent response set me straight. But even under a blood moon? Yeah maybe. They were focused on getting us all
up and back in one piece. When you are in the presence of focused, skilled and caring people whose goal is your success and safety, as you take on something big and difficult, it has a way of changing you. Yeah. It was like going to Church. Or maybe, that’s how church is supposed to be. 
(The first pic is not mine but exactly what we saw. )