Shatterings

A Series of Breakages… Shatterings.

A collapsed bed frame in Milan

A mustard jar on our tiny kitchen floor in L’Abri

A glass hitting a plate from Oma in the kitchen in Sielmingen -- (“Did she fall?”  “Is she okay?!”)

A 1.5 litre unopened glass water bottle on the steps up to our bakery airbnb in Waldshut

A glass coffee table top during a power stage in Nairobi

We are well

And we break things

And we go on

We recount these, and other funny mishaps during a late meal in Saroti, Uganda.

We are over-tired and giddy laughter comes as a huge satisfying belch of release after a day of high stimulus.

We laugh louder and deeper as each episode is recounted with growing hilarity at another’s expense.

We are the only ones in the restaurant now and my belly laugh is building.

We gasp for breath and weekly beg the boys not to go further

The waiter turns away discreetly so as not to show his approval

-- He is on duty and should maintain an air of professionalism

But meanwhile the white family from Canada has a rare charismatic outburst of praise.

Like the Grinch, 

Our hearts are bursting the gauge.

We’re expanding to let in love for the people of Uganda

And these are the sounds of our moulds

SHATTERING

to make room for the New