Story written 1 June 2008
Bliss is not just about luxury; it is more archetypal and is when we feel like we are unexpectedly at the center of the universe.
The wildebeast must cross this Mara River to get to the greener pastures they follow. A group had crossed, raising the cloud of dust and disappearing into the river and out of view behind the bushes. The next group hesitated but eventually accepted their lot in life and dared the crocodiles waiting for them.
No matter how tired you are, watch the sun set and rise. Take pictures, record where you are, and when you get home, have a photo journal of the ways your life synchronized with the sun's metronome, Here, after a long day on safari in Kenya, so perfectly exhausted, we yield ourselves to the eternal mystery of sunrise and sunset and the safety in the sunset because of the assurance that the sun that set in beauty will rise again in beauty.
Whatever else may come, the sun will rise again.
Anne Beach has been a member since 1 June 2008 and goes by itchyfeet2844.
Currently in North Carolina, but wishes she were traveling..
I teach and find renewal in travel, but my budget usually wrecks my aspirations, so (Can you hear me sigh?), I'm searching for outside the box ways to get me out of my little box in Raleigh, NC. I like my little Raleigh box, but when I travel I feel my finger on the pulse of the world, I am moved by the commonality of human experience, my heart beats faster, my mind is enlivened, and my soul is fed. In 2006 I went to Rome, Italy; Ethiopia and Kenya, but my obsession became exaggerated not sate