With enormous surprise, I discovered that 17 such centers had sprung up in the year since our last visit, all founded and staffed by our participants, each center using copies of our materials on Gandhi and King translated into both French and Kinyarwanda. With no illusions of grandeur, with very modest expectations, I embrace this particular insignificant work as my path, my teacher and my spiritual calling. I meet people of great nobility and I bow to the courage they demonstrate in the face of unimaginable suffering. I learn from their humility and generosity. They learn from my carpet-bag of tools.
Hearts touch and expand.
We interconnect, then part. In the violence-filled world that engulfs the life of workshop participants, a seed has been planted. Perhaps it will grow.