Why, when God's world is so big,
Did you fall asleep in a prison
of all places?

-rumi

Another adventure....

It has been six years since I last wrote.  I began this blog as a space to record and share what I was learning as I traveled to different places in the world. Travel has been a great teacher. It taught me to risk, to observe, to be flexible and to be more honest about who I am and where I come from.

During the past six years my adventures have taken a different form. The worn out Kelty is in the garage- traded in for a diaper bag. My beloved Clarks travel sandals have been replaced by a closet full of "business casual" shoes befitting a university professor and "casual casual" shoes befitting a mother of two small children. As a thirty-something, I have landed squarely in suburban America. Working mother, carpool driver, laundry engineer extraordinaire. Some days it is blissful. Most days it is hard. Some days I am struck with a wanderlust so strong I stand in the driveway and stare down the street hoping that perhaps I might catch a glimpse of a longlost Ghanaian market or a Nicaraguan beach. 

I am back to the blog because something is stirring. The tendrils of wisdom in my soul, along with some of  the restless remnants of my wandering days, are telling me to pay attention. To notice. To listen. To ask what the details of my life are teaching. To make sure that I am open to this adventure. The one that is right here. Now.

I will try to get it all down.