When I Started to Blog
When I started to blog. I made a promise. To myself. I decided that I would never feel like I had to write. But rather. If something welled up from inside. Or caught my attention. And I found myself composing in my head. Then. And only then. I would write. I've hit what I would call a dry spell. But really it's a distracted spell. Where I am just being. Gathering my resources. For when I travel again. In the meantime. I knit. I sleep. And I read.
I am nearly done with Daughter of the Ganges by Asha Miro. Early on, she mentions going to a women's cooperative in Mumbai, where, if it weren't for handwork they did for the fair trade market, they would have nothing. That's why I travel. As part of an organization that sustains those women, and the basket makers in Rwanda, and the tea growers in Darjeeling.