My son had the chance to help this potter make a clay turtle. He has been taking Bahasa Indonesia lessons at school, but still can’t speak the language very well. The potter spoke no English, or at least did not let on that she knew.
The language that they spoke to one another was one of gestures, smiles, and touching. She showed Ben how to mold the clay, how to turn the wheel, and she would take his hand and move it where it needed to be. She would smile and let him try. He would smile back and try.
The most poignant lesson I have learned while living internationally has been that communication does not have to be spoken. Some of the best relationships I have here in Indonesia are the ones where we both struggle to speak, and have to depend on the kindness of the other person to get us through the situation.
I pray that I do not forget this lesson.
I saw these two on the beach and they were so cute together. He would clumsily go out into the water with his surf board and do amazingly awkward things, and she would stand on the beach taking pictures.
Later, when I was eating lunch, they were sitting and chatting, so I snapped this photo. I wish them a great future together.
Alright. After today’s post, I’ve got to start shooting, and posting, some new stuff. Here’s the end of my walk to school:
One quick note here. I love these guys. Our school has a security guard on practically every floor, and they greet me as I enter the building. I’ve struck up a bit of a rapport with a few of them, Pak Setyo especially. He and I have agreed to trade language lessons. He learns English from me, I learn Bahasa from him. It’s a nice trade-off, but I like the relationship more than the lessons. The security guards are one of the many joys of working at SPH International.