What I miss...

I miss hearing the birds early in the morning when I woke. 

I miss my neighbor walking by at 6 am saying, "Good morning, Madam!" I'd still be sleeping and groggily answer back, "Good morning!" 

I miss the kids coming by and calling out my name. I'd usually greet them, hand them each a piece of chalk and a couple of National Geographics, then walk back into my hut and shut the door behind me. 

Other times I would play Eminado on my phone and dance with them. I miss visits from my friends. They were always unannounced. 

That is how it is over there. Community, friendships, beautiful nature, wonder, love, caring, mystery, and the ancient connections with the natural world...this is what I miss.

My recent visit...crossing a river in the village.