The email invitation to go to Egypt for the solar eclipse in August 1999 hit me in the belly like a lightning bolt. It was one of those rare times in my life when I just knew I had to drop everything and, come hell or high water, follow that thread that pulled me forward from the future. I had to trust that I would be supported to go there.
It was only an 18 hour plane ride where I sat sandwiched between two friends, watching 4 movies, awake the whole time, feeling the point we left the Atlantic and crossed into African airspace. It felt like a homecoming in the air. My TMJ that plagued me for a week before the trip, miraculously disappearing.
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
You speak a language not yet discovered… but I heard you. I saw you appear in my dreams swimming up against a giant aquarium glass, tail swishing, water splashing out…
It was a crisp sunny autumn day, a bit breezy for sitting outside perhaps but the storied Lawn of the
Perhaps it’s the similarity with the landscape of the land of my birth, Jamaica, that caused me to fall in
Dodona, located in a lush and remote valley in western Greece, is the oldest oracle site in Greece dating back
It is 4.15 a.m. and jet lag is keeping me awake in my Athens, Greece hotel room. Getting out of
A candid, informative interview on Oct 15/11 regarding travel to Egypt with my friend Jane Bell. Jane Bell runs Presence
I’ve been to Egypt twice. Both times I traveled with groups with a seasoned Egypt tour leader and we never