The Mourning into Dancing Project
The sharing and remembering of stories. The challenge of becoming uncomfortable with the realities of our always big and sometimes bad world. The revelation that can come by asking the questions that no one else seems to be asking - and then the danger in what truths hide within the answers.
This has been the story of my 14 trips to South Africa, beginning in 1998. From the first day of my first trip, I began hearing spontaneous stories of life during the apartheid years (1945-1994), and was befriend by so many who had experienced life-altering events, yet survived to live in the value of their struggle.
From the very first story told to me by a white pastor who watched as a young man in high school, the intentional slaying of his black best friend to learning from a coloured school principal how whites secretly made sure he had the educational materials he needed to complete his education, I was hooked by these courageous people.
Welcome to Mourning into Dancing. We hope these stories will speak to you in your own world of the strength and spirit we all possess.
This fellow stopped us as he took over the road.
Poverty is no match for Love and Dignity.
We didn't exchange names. We shared a long visit, offered some blankets and later left them amid hugs and hopes of seeing each other again.
This family lives outside of Port Elizabeth, South Africa in a township called Walmer. Their clothing is pathetic - their house less than shelters that protect many. Their next meal an uncertainty. Yet the are held together by the dignity of their love and commitment to each other. And they have a story to tell.
Their story is given voice as one of the many stories Mourning into Dancing is committed to sharing.