The far shore.Posted: March 15, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized 3 Comments
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.
Hello Dear, I often redream Belize, the dusty roads of Mango Creek/Independence Village, the trees with Orchids, the Lagoon to Placencia with its beach and the Dinner date I did not have in San Ignacio. I enjoyed the brief conversations, and now your blogs, readings and original plays, keep ’em coming. Kudos to you.
Thanks. I’m glad you had as transformative an experience there as I did. Such a lovely place.
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