I wanted to write one last, grand, post-sabbatical retrospective. And today I realized I can’t put it behind me. Ever.
Rest is nice. And needed, because travel is tiring for reasons we don’t often think about
Hope is hard to come by. But we have stronger ground to stand on, and higher ground to take.
We were glad to see each other and sad to leave each other.
We have felt welcomed, honored and loved. It is humbling, really.