I’ve written before about this tension I always feel as a TCK between trying to be content where I am, and at the same time missing the place or the culture that I am without. I read books about the spiritual discipline of rootedness, of staying in one place and getting connected even though itContinue reading “Moving On & Finding Home”
Tag Archives: Travel
Flamingos, the President, and AK47s (Botswana and Joburg).
From a herd of 18 elephants just bathing on the side of the highway, to the apartheid museum in Johannesburg.
Mr Brian the taxi driver, and other Zambian Adventures.
Mr. Brian the Zambian taxi driver stepped into our huddle and announced, “I can see that you are not from here… I will sacrifice myself for you for this day.
The Smoke that Thunders (Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe)
But it isn't the sea. We're in the middle of an open plain, flat as far as the eye can see. There is no ocean. The sound is the sound of the Zambezi river throwing itself over a cliff again and again and again and plummeting to the bottom almost three thousand meters below.