With the start of a new year, a new blog,
and cold weather, I think of travel--not my own. My son is
trekking through Sri Lanka. Momentarily rooted across the globe, I skate past manic stages of worry, to marvel at his exotic adventure: Warm, tropical breezes, set in a country scarred by the tsunami, and a 30 year war. (Ask me if I am breathing.) So, I refocus, scan through students' work, and pause to read Zimbiri's statement. I learn to relax. Her own wisdom clearly comes
with travel.
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