I am about to travel again. It always jumpstarts my thoughts.
Howwever, this year of ISIL and EBOLA make the journey fraught with some worries. I will never be content to sit at home. I haven’t seen anything like the areas of life that I wish to view.
This morning the rain drips steadily down like the minutes of my time left. It is always dangerous just to be alive. But it is that added dimension that makes us open our eyes and hearts. We would be sad if we refused to move from fear. The world IS dangerous. It is also magical and generous to us sometimes.
Sadly we feel the pressure of unseen hands. Happily they are unseen as yet.