September 02, 2011
out of africa
The memories come softly, but don't sit still.
They weave themselves throughout my soul again and again, and call out to my heart.
There is no need to shout... even a whisper is enough to awake all of Africa that still lives in me.
It has been a year since we've been and gone.
A year that has been full and beautiful and saturated with who I am now.
There is no doubt within me that I am changed because of where I've been. I can't quite put my finger on it, or assign words to the differences between then and now, I just know that now I am... more. My view of the world is changed for the better and brighter. I have seen joy where I didn't expect it, and the images still dance through my soul.