Jul
Open and Closed
Posted in Kenya, Momma B | 2 Comments »“Westerners arriving in Africa for the first time are always struck by its beauty and size – even the sky seems higher. And they often find themselves suddenly cracked open. They lose inhibitions, feel more alive, more themselves, and they begin to understand why, until then, they have only half lived.” (Richard Dowden, Africa)
I have cracked open.
There is no better way to say it. No better way to succinctly describe my trip.
In Kenya, I was the best pieces of myself. Everything I wish I could be all the time. Everything I wish everyone could know about me surfaced and shined.
I was me.
I cannot wait to tell you all about it.
But I find myself short on time.
I returned home to find sixteen days of life waiting for me to catch up. And jet lag. And two boys (well, three really) who couldn’t wait to fill me in on their own adventures. My best guy left two days after I returned for his own adventure (and it paid off!). And school starts on Thursday. I got off the plane and started running again after sixteen days of walking through life.
No time to sort my pictures – no time to blog.
If you’re dying to know, call me.
I will post though. I promise I will tell you everything – or at least try to capture it. Because I want to share it with you – quite frankly I want to bundle up everyone I know and love and take you there.
In the meantime I am savoring my days with the boys before their days are no longer mine.
“In Africa the essentials of existence – light, earth, water, food, birth, family, love, sickness, death – are more immediate, more intense. Visitors suddenly realize what life is for. To risk a huge generalization: amind our wasteful wealth and time-pressed lives we have lost human values that still abound in Africa.” (again, Richard Dowden, Africa)





