I am broke, but rich in blessings.
I wrote, slept, swam and dreamed.
I braved a sandstorm and saw a lunar eclipse.
I am sun-smothered, round, smooth, quiet in my mind and spirit.
I did cast my eyes over The Nile River, placed my hands on temple stone, drank hibiscus tea with Arab Muslims and Christians alike. I laughed with them, and held their hands, and they held mine.
I am grateful, tired, restless and eager for the next adventure.




2 comments:
Beautifully written.
WE are happy to have you home but I can tell you were sad to leave, I am wishing for more adventures to come your way. xoxo B
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