Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it."
During my recent absence Mater wondered with increasing frequency how I was faring on my adventure, and she looked forward to each sporadic, fleeting moment of contact.
I suspect now that I underestimated the rarity of that communication. After two weeks of attempting to visualise the journey, Mater experienced a singular, noteworthy dream in which I, while remaining otherwise familiar, was suddenly endowed with a strong Indian accent.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 8:54 AM