Coming Home

It feels like I have been gone such a long time.  So funny how alluding time is and that it plays tricks with my mind.    I love coming home.  Creating a life that I long to come back to marks a successful fifty years of craftsmanship.   The trip was amazing and in the next several blogs, I will share some of my experiences.   You can’t walk in the footprints of those who were persecuted during the Holocaust and not come back different.  It was eye-opening.  Nothing you read in the history books compares with the personal encounter.  It was powerful. It was emotional.   Most of all, it was informative.

I am up at 5:40 in the morning writing this.  Actually I have been up since 2 am, since the delightful six hour time difference is interfering with my reentry.    That is to be expected.  But, I am productive.  Doing laundry, paying bills, and writing my blog.   Immersing myself back into reality.   Processing my experience and trying to craft a way to share it with all of you, so that you see the landscape that I did.   For now, I will stumble to the coffee maker and hope that caffeine with help me navigate the day.

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