Thirty hours door to door, we are home.
China is no longer at hand.
Strange.
Slience.
Where are the mulitude of people?
The images of China play in my mind, one after another. My dreams vast, varied, mystical: A dragon tail laced as a ribbon swirls on the water, long winged birds flying across the moon, distance music quickens the steps of a child who is walking along the river, with one long black braid swaying from side to side against his back.
The baguette, the cheese, the wine, tasted bland by comparision. Okay, maybe not the wine. No certainly not the wine. Tearing off a piece of baguette, I realized I had tasted a life that has changed me. How it will weave in to my daily life I do not know, but it will.
What did I taste in China? What spell did it cast upon me?
We are home. It does feel good, especially the bed.
Doesn't ones bed always feel the best.
Nevertheless, it is going to take some time to process the wonderful, grace-filled time I had in China.
Thank you for following along, and moreso for your thoughtful comments and prayers.
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