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There's something about it
I am back home and Cairo woke me up pre-dawn. It’s going to be hot and humid today, I can already feel it. I was wondering if I should get up, make coffee and have toast with olive oil, cinnamon and cayenne pepper or just go back to sleep. Instead I decide to just write a message. Some of you are sleeping. I can sense that my daughter Jesse, in Paris, is awake thinking. My son, in Michigan, is sleeping, perhaps restlessly. E.G. Walker, author of Stinky Puppets, is up feeding the chickens. Cairo, having been fed, is sitting quietly at my feet. Wildfires are burning everywhere at this moment, in Greece, Algeria and Canada. Greta Thunberg and Reclaim the Future are dragged to court for protesting an oil facility. Their actions are not a crime but a wave of hope. Francis is calling for governments to do more to protect our common home. Governments, not listening, are peacefully sleeping with big corporations. I wonder if I should get up and make toast and read. I fell asleep reading Scene of the Crime by Patrick Modiano. It’s still on the bed with my glasses. It’s getting light out. I think I will try to go back to sleep. If I can’t it’s really alright. There’s something about being home. In my room with my own books. My not so perfect world that is at least temporarily mine.
I think the quiet happiness felt for being back home after challenging travel struck a common chord. Thank you everyone for your comments and stories. I am still reading them, over coffee.
A spooky old friend of mine and I were having a conversation. I asked her why I’m always waking up at 3am. She said that back in the ages past, women met in the forest to pray for the world, and maybe I was one of them. I said but I’m waking up an hour earlier than that! She said “oh Jayne, you woke up early to put on your makeup even in those days 😂
Glad you are back safely and so is Cairo 🙏🏼