Dreaming of West Africa

When I finished the book. I thought about the earth. West African dirt. Under my feet. And started to string some trade beads from Ghana. Recycled glass. That a co-worker brought back at my request. Around and around they curled. Until they circled my wrist.

I like to believe. They are imbued. With magical. And medicinal. Powers.
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I saw the author interviewed on the Daily Show. Jon Stewart didn't even try to be funny.
I've been eying that book every time I visit a bookstore. I think perhaps it will be my "flying to Toronto" book in a couple of weeks. Lately, I always seem to be buying books in airports.
Lovely bracelet! I have only been to East Africa. Someday perhaps I'll venture west.
That looks interesting - and the bracelet is lovely, I remember reading an article about the rituals surrounding the beads - amazing.
I especially love those pale blueish-gren translucent ones. Beads are cool---no two ways about it.
What a great way of putting it! I loved beads as a child. My Grandmother had a whole tub full, the remains of so many broken necklaces. I would roll them around in my hand and make pictures on the carpet. I always thought it was sad that she couldn't wear them anymore.
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