Fear of the future and of lurking dangers can keep us stranded, hope lost or at a fragile place. I had a lot to learn . . .
Some winds are long-awaited refreshment from heavy heat. I love fresh breezes that make the grass shiver in delight. But when the winds ramp up to high speed, they become terrifying, destructive. Trees that are aged or wedged into shallow soil topple over, even homes are not safe. One year in Ferkessedougou, a tropical cycloneContinue reading “What He’s Weaving”