Dear friend, 

I’m writing to you from an overcrowded bus on its way to the central province of Zambia. Outside my window the sun is rising red-orange; soon to be baking the land in the village where I’ll learn experientially about water conservation and what it means to be interconnected. A homestay in a place far from electricity and running water may not be luxurious, but it is a privilege. I’m grateful to share in family meals and be included in community. 

Authenticity lights me up. So…