For those of you who have been following this adventure to Africa with me you might remember the image I used to describe what it felt like preparing myself to come to Kenya. Those little tubes that we use during drive in banking, inside which the deposits are placed, and whoosh, with the push of a button, are launched  from outside the building through the mechanisms arriving inside to the teller – that is what it felt like getting myself here. And now, I pack up all that I have gathered internally – all of the stories, blessings, information, wisdom, relationships, love and grace – and place myself back in the tube to come whooshing back home, through Amsterdam, New York, Atlanta and Asheville. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. So much comes with me. And much I know I have left here.

I want to unpack the stories, and will continue to write them and post photographs. They need to be told! My heart is full with gratitude for every bit of this journey, and especially to those whose love came with me in a special way of support.

Whoosh, here I come. Home on the 12th.