"Rain falls, drip drop, leaning a slow, steady din into Ray Charles' crooning voice, aching strings. The roll of thunder. Wine slips down my tongue. Lightning softly flashes. Katie's fingers gently fight with ehr hair. Thunder echoes again. Again, I am feeling my heart swell, my gratitude release in tiny pulses of invisible energy, tenderly rustling the flower petals, the grass in the rice fields; lifting the wings of the flock of birds that dip and swerve, swoon in the cool air that glides low in the sky." I have many passages like this in my worn, leather bound notebook. My
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Africa
Good ol' Canadian (Okotokian) girl...done a degree, done the bar slinging bit. Sometimes a girl dreams of becoming something else, seeing ANYTHING else, other than the familiar. Or dreams of finding the familiar somewhere alien. I'm doing the foreign teaching thing in Korea for a change of pace. Plan is to "see the world" after that. I want something.... I realize it's easy to say "I want to change the world", so I would rather say that I want to just follow whatever path is possible to make somebody's life better, somehow. And let's be honest, no one forsakes the comforts of home without looking for a little happiness for themselves. I'd say travelling is a constant finding and a constant searching. I don't think anyone really gets anywhere, or at least no one should expect to, but one is always going....life's a trip, right? Hopefully it'll be an interesting one.
