After my bag was back after its 'holiday' of 7 weeks, I began to feel settled. I was very content and excited to be home after 6 months in Europe. Boy, but what a 6 months! And as I began to reflect on those 6 months it hit me just how very unique a time it was. How very fortunate to have done and seen so much...and also to relax at the end like that on Naxos, Greece in our hillside villa overlooking Apollo's temple, the Aegean Sea, the sunset.
It was a rare time to sit still in one place and to write my book 'If I Could Teach Over Again', to begin to sing, to play the harmonica, to play on the old keyboard, to do several experiential mandalas of the 6 month trip, to have special fun time with Dov. Weren't we some lucky!
Shortly I returned I joined a writing critique group which met just down the hill from me into Port Moody. It had been meeting for years; where had I been? Up the hill obviously busy with other things. It was a great impetus for my writing, especially for my memoirs of my 2 trips to Sri Lanka after the tsunami.
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