I am feeling tired today.  Being with people everyday is a challenge for me.

Last night I tried to sleep but woke with strange dreams. I dreamed of my paternal grandmother.  She was sitting in an open doorway, a huge open doorway and I could see clouds passing by behind her.  She was looking at me with loving eyes and a wide smile as she leaned against the door frame, her hands in her lap.  She appeared to be waiting for me.  Perhaps it is here, on this rusty soil of Kenya, where we will meet again at heavens door.

The mysteries and magic of life I have found is not in what can be seen by my mind, but what is seen by my heart.  Oh, my mind is good at getting me places and keeping my life in good order, a tool to help me survive, but it is my soul that depends on my hearts eye and it is here I find my greatest adventures and happiness.  Although, as adventurous as dying maybe I resist its lure, and long to see the faces of my children once again.