The ravens with giant wing spans, the scent of pink honeysuckle (or what looks like honeysuckle), the line of ants curving up the pathway, the moss-speckled stones, a leaf with the word ‘sufi’ scratched into it. Sometimes signs are not glaringly obvious, but incredibly simple.
The higher the altitude, the more precious the air is.
The closer to the clouds I am, the more grounded I feel.
There are some places I’ve never been before that are more familiar to me than home.
Kerio Valley is one of them.
Thanks for sharing this inspiring gem. I hope you have the energy, health and motivation to do much more exploring.
Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope that you do too. One day at a time, one step after another.