Caution: this blog contains a few whinges - not suitable for those seeking uplifting thoughts... I am back in Papunya, my favourite refugee camp in the desert and I feel like I am a refugee but I don't know from what! It is so easy to feel imprisoned here behind my wire fence and in my dark cold little cave. There is an evilly cold wind blowing which makes walking seem far less attractive than usual and the CDEP co-ordinator hassled me for smiling at her this morning (I had only just read in my Buddhism for Mothers book about how it is good to smile often...) However - this negative feeling which descended on me last night when I first walked in the door and burst into tears may also be due to lack of sleep and disorientation. People (other than the CDEP co-ordinator have been very friendly, lots of old ladies have given me hugs and my friend Wendy is here for a few days. So really there is nothing wrong, unless you count the fact that there is almost no food to feed the oldies (supermarket bungle) and there are no workers except me and Willie (sorry business). But that is only to be expected out here and the truth is that it has been running fine without me till the last week. And I am an over-qualified expert in emergency management so the oldies will get fed - and clothed, as there are bags and bags of op-shop goodies for our op-shop. So let's hope my native optimism will rise again and that it's a bit warmer tonight and I get better sleep...
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