SADHANA TO LAGOS

During our first night in Lagos, Portugal, in my dream, Kati and I had a choice between what was easy and what would enable us to grow. We chose to grow.

It feels like a summary of our lives together. We always choose to grow, and it is never easy. We groan to grow.

Yet in the midst of what seems like hardship, or even horror, there are moments of tremendous breakthroughs to which we respond with joy. And often, what seemed like never-ending challenges to our endurance and sanity, ended with our looking back and saying, 'Well, that wasn't so bad after all, and it was all worthwhile.'

I can hardly write honestly of my feelings towards our 37 hour bus ride from Karlsruhe, Germany to Lagos, Portugal without going into our trauma and drama. So I will spare the reader. 

I can hardly write fully of our experience with Michael, who hosted us in Lagos, without expressing deep unconditional love for him and gratitude for our time together. I am just not in a space for such writing, as going into that depth of feeling requires another environment than the busy Lisbon airport where we currently are passing time before flying to our next destiny -- on the Purple Island in the Islands of Mist, the Remnants of Atlantis.

​Until I can write more, here are some photos from this most recent leg of our journey.