i arrived in boise just in time to see one of my all time favorite people on the planet speak-- greg mortenson. author of 'three cups of tea', the book that im sure we all read in one day, finished and proclaimed, 'i've go to work with this man'. only to research and find out that the central asia institute is not currently accepting volunteers... duh. but still, heart breaking. im working on it.
im sure im not the only 21 year old female who is swooning over this fifty-something humanitarian instead of some rock-idol or professional athlete. it's a bit funny.
but really, i cried when he walked out onto the stage. his humility, brilliance, compassion is overwhelming. pure and real and all-consuming.
from our seats in the third row i could see the passion in his eyes and could feel his deep-burning hope for this chaotic world that we share. and i wanted nothing more than to be on that road. giving giving giving. i wanted the assurance of knowing what im here for. my purpose. knowing who i am, where i am, what i am. still searching all the time.
what a man.
completely unrelated:
i've been listening to this other amazing man. trying to gain a little inspiration.
and:
some more art. for kirstin.
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