I'm a little concerned about the amount of exertion this trip will require. After a yoga session I can feel the muscles used for about 48 hours. I'm still feeling them from my Thursday night class. What happens if I overexert on the first day and then have to lie on a plank on a sawhorse for the rest of the week, watching the other, more fit 55-plus folks do the work I've come to do?
No matter. For me, intention is important. I want to help out - not only for people who need a house, but for an area that was affected by Hurricanes Katrina and Rita way back in 2005. I've noticed, again, with the earthquake and tsunami in Japan this week, how the people of the world want to help each other in such calamitous times. What about six months down the road, though, or five years?
Also, I live a fairly sheltered life. I have a house with a roof that doesn't leak and a furnace that comes on reliably when the temperature inside drops below 68 degrees. Art and I each have a car that runs and a pickup truck to share. We have excellent health care coverage and a travel budget. I expect next week I'll see some things that will remind me of my extreme good fortune. And maybe I'll be able to be of genuine service to someone else.
I've been asked if I'm excited about this trip to Louisiana. I say no, I feel anticipation. I'm open to whatever comes along. I have few expectations. I'm grateful for the opportunity.
I'm taking my laptop and my camera. I hope I'll have time and internet to blog and post any photos I take.