In March my friend had a chance meeting with Jacques, one of the founders of the school at Ali s Fort View Restaurant. She spoke of a kind, gentle man who I wanted to meet. Our paths may cross as he returns to Jaisalmer tomorrow as I leave to return to the UK. In the meantime a visit to the school he helped to create has been foremost in my mind.
We journeyed by tuk tuk outside of the city, the sparse desert looming into view. Workmen tending to the new highway, drilling and placing cats eyes, India’s roads improving for easier travel routes.
We turned onto a dirt road. A small settlement on our right, the school on the left. In its our grounds, a single storey building with two teaching rooms, a teachers room with kitchen and an outside area for classes in the heat of the summer.
And the children. Beautiful children running towards us singing hello and such big hugs. Holding hands we walked the short track to the school.
The day starts with singing, following by maths, English, drawing and handicrafts. Hindi and English, and of course French, fill the air as the school starts another day and new lives are created.
They are trailblazing new ways, with kindness and care of the individual. Rudolf Steiner would be proud.
Journeys start from desires that inspire. India was calling for us to return and we had a third companion travelling with us.
Colette had visiting a desert village in May, north of Jaisalmer, she travelled with a new found friend to visit a village remote in location, yet connected in community. Rich in spirit, limited in resources, she bought food and gifts for the children. A desire was rising in her heart and one her friends in the UK engaged with and were inspired to be involved with.
No just those who wished us well. Everyone who helped lift, carry and place the 24 kilo suitcase, from London Heathrow, via Delhi, Jodphur, Ahmedabad and Jaisalmer. Particularly the man in Ahmedabad.
After not just helping us identify the right platform, he personally sweated his way up flights of stairs, dragging and carrying the case. An angel who came to the rescue. The big purple case finally made it into the hands of a porter for the third change in platform, and after paying the fee he said, ‘my son is in Houston and receives help, it is my pleasure to help you’.
So, what is in the case....all will be revealed the day it finds its final destination.