It’s been TEN days since my last blogpost! I think I needed to let a little air out for a while. Float gently down and just s-e-t-t-l-e for a bit after the weeks and months of taut shiny busy-ness. Pinging around manically meeting deadlines on the tightest overspilling multitude of competing schedules. And Busy is always humming in the background but we’re striving to keep its volume below the red mark … even as Much is always looming… So I’ve had real conversations, read half a book, had all-day brunches, savoured my food, even cooked a little, sat on my sofa, pondered the tree and oh! – I’m making my christmas presents this year! – this is huge for someone addicted to the swiping of plastic 😉
And now have finally returned to journey back to The Pyramids Of Meroe. Remember Sudan? I was there like forever ago 🙂
Us. Just before flailing around in search of The One True North. Before shredded hot rubber?
Rising ever so casually from the sands just off some highway 2oo km north of Khartoum.
Zoom in and enlarge this. Cause I’m limited to this width on all horizontal shots here.
But this approach right here had me welling up. Yes cause we’d finally arrived 🙂 But much more so because of that stillness. That emptiness. The simple unpretentious grace in these ancient mounds. These silent ignored burial grounds. These monumental homages to the rulers of a proud ancient civilisation. Those who walked these burning sands many many many lifetimes ago. It was humbling. I was So. Profoundly. Privileged ♥
And a galloping speck approached…
I was there forever ago ♥