february funk

At this exact moment last year I was on a plane, hovering somewhere over Botswana, en route to Jo-burg, en route to Cape Town. I actually remember looking down out of the plane, able to see the totally uninhabited ground below, wondering how at 40,000 feet I could see it so clearly.

Six years ago today I was on a bus driving through Mexico City, headed back to the family I had grown to love so dearly after just a couple weeks...back to that blue house that became my home on Camino Real in Cholula.

Strange how things change.

I am convinced it is the greatest mercy that keeps us from knowing where we are going.

Grace and Peace.
julie