I’ve spent five days in Cairo and I feel nearly speechless
Because I am so full of emotion,
So amazed at my experience,
So humbled by ALL OF IT.
Yes I visited the Pyramids and the Sphinx,
Toured the museum of Egyptian History,
Rode on a camel’s hump
Without tumbling off.
But the joy of seeing the people
I call friends
To hug them directly,
To look in their eyes,
To ask all the funny questions,
To share the relief that
No, we were not mistaken:
The care is real,
The warmth is genuine,
The trust is grounded,
The love is what we thought it could be.
Yes, it is.
With love and gratitude to Maha and Paul.
I am somewhere else in my Twitter development now.
I used to lurk and now I engage.
I used to post links to other people’s words, now I regularly share my own.
I used to follow conversations already in progress but kept quiet, afraid to butt in.
Now I find that I can start conversations and others join in.
That is new. And edifying. And yet another reason to continue:
sharing my words.
opening the can (maybe it’s not only worms).
participating in community.
daring to disagree.
keeping it short.
making it meaningful.
Hat tip to my recent conversation partners who allow the term to live up to its most positive definition: @gowithjordan, @sarahdateechur, @RusulAlrubail, @Jennwillteach, @Sisyphus38, @adamphowell. Thank you, friends!