In the silence of this night, I wonder whatever happend to these two beautiful children, who I met in South Africa. They were left behind in this orphanage; they had AIDS... but no medications to treat them. No mother to watch over them. No place to call home. No one to visit them, or to call family...

They both latched on to me, and did not want to let go. In the deep tragedy I witnessed, I felt strangely happy to be holding them, and loving them. I knew their lives would be shortlived; I knew their end would be near.

Surely they have died by now, 2 years after this picture was taken in Soweto.

The third child I carried in this picture that day, was Maya.

The injustices in this world are sometimes just too much to bear.

Emotions

What are emotions?
Where do they stem from?
Are they a mere conclusion after a chain of chemical reactions in a body? A culmination of hormones?

Or are emotions connected to the spirit? The soul deep within. Our inner reality? How is it that you can control your emotions with medications? Does that mean that you can control your spirit in that way? What does spirit then really mean? What is 'soul' really?

I'm emotional about so many things in my life. I am having a hard time expressing these emotions nowadays. For various reasons...
E-motion... the very word itself implies action, movement; how can one feel emotional and not move, not cry out, change? Isn't it for emotion that poetry, art and music are born. If not for emotion, how do people promise eachother for a lifetime?
How can one remain silent when emotions surface...