Africa, how can I repay what you have given me? Your people who radiate with such astounding beauty and light, no matter what their personal life has served on their plate. Sights of deep perseverance and hope give 24 hour goosbumps. Strangers become family in an instant. Human connection is the deepest, most simple ingredient. Forget language barriers, politics, haves and have nots… connecting with an elder of 110 years old, holding hands and smiling souls: that’s it.
Every winter my Love and I each pack a single backpack and head off. Like birds flying south, we head to the heat. Somewhere foreign, completely unknown, and far far away. We travel with few rules but one: no plans. Remain flexible and open, and everything/everyone you should see/meet/explore will find you. Since I was a child, I dreamed of Africa. The continent has always spoken to the roots of my soul… to the core of my curiosities and travel lusts. Not long ago, I embarked on that dream. With the Love of my life beside me, we traveled through West and East Africa. I fell deep. Instantly I felt at home… at peace. We both were in love… and vowed to come again and again, visiting our new-found friends and family. While my heart still aches for these individuals, the smells, the sights, the music… the emotions… I brought home with me lessons that will continue to teach even in my absence, I pursue my passions in my own country with a profound calmed peace. I feel blessed. Blessed to come home to support, to opportunity, to rich organic vegetables, loving friends and open doors. Africa, I’ll dream in your colors, textures, and faces until we meet again.
To all of you, friends, may your deepest dreams turn to present journeys… and may they be rich full of experience; love, beauty, discomfort (yes, very important), and most of all… human connection.