The far shore.Posted: March 15, 2012
Last night I dreamt I was back in Belize. I could tell because the air was warmer, the ground was softer, and the greens were more bright. I walked barefoot along the Macal River.
This is a recurring dream. The place I come back to changes—Ethiopia, Rarotonga, Kerala—but my thoughts are always the same:
Why did I hesitate?
There was never anything to fear.