August 12

‘We tried not to become cynical and bitter’ says Great Grandmother when our walk resumed the next day.

‘Again it was the summer migrations to the mountains that helped us to come to a reconciliation with this sense of incompleteness. In our treks up here to the summer pastures we observe the cemeteries of travellers who have gone before us. Placed by the roadside and facing out to the passer by, the tombs present life as a journey, with journeys before and journeys yet to come.
 
‘These outward-facing markers suggest that this one short life we have is neither the beginning nor the end of the story. From them, my friends and I took comfort. We came to believe that that the injustice we experience here is not the end of the story, but only a stage on a longer journey.

​If there is a rectification of the injustices we see around us it occurs in the frame of that longer journey. The markers suggest that the way we live our lives affects the lives of others and our own continued path on that longer journey’.