On Writing, Travel, & Omo Child
Musing about finishing a manuscript, traveling in Africa, and meeting 50 children who were sentenced to death by their tribes.
Musing about finishing a manuscript, traveling in Africa, and meeting 50 children who were sentenced to death by their tribes.
Our lives are enriched by diversity, not isolation… These are words I shared with a friend earlier today as she looked at a handful of photos from my recent trip to India. I can’t get India and Nepal out of my mind. I see the multitude of faces I encountered, hear the sounds of morning call to prayer and honking horns, and smell the aromas of sweet incense and fresh cow dung. I ponder the current fear mongering and terrorist tactics in the world that threaten our free way of life.
Excerpt #2 from 2016 Self-Crafted Writing Retreat in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
Excerpt #1 from 2016 Self-Crafted Writing Retreat in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia
I’ve been traveling. Big traveling. Far away and deep inside kind of traveling. Across oceans, past boundaries, down-to-the-bones traveling. And now I am home with a journal full of memories and a photo catalogue filled with images. I want to write and share and process, but I am scattered.