Ocean light fills the marketplace and makes the white stone look like it is lit from within. The market women are clearly lit from within, too, with gold hoop earrings and sassy banter and swirls of colors. A man walks past and starts an animated discussion about the lottery and who will win and who will lose. Or at least I think that is what it is about. At this point, I only understand some of the words—but the spirit is somehow easier to enter into, if not comprehend. The white stones have life here, just as the smiles do. Spirit is everywhere.
Everyone grows up sometime, incorporating a new, chosen family into the tapestry of the family (and friends) they came from. One week with a family here--and I am home.