I touched a miracle today.

I've touched one before, but for some reason today it really mattered. It meant something. I was walking again. Taking a break from grading homeschool worksheets. The kids played nintendo. We each got an hour before resuming school.

And I touched it.

 

       I didn't mean to. It's just that this neighborhood has a lot of older houses with bushes that

A flame tree blazes in my backyard.

    Blossoms of fire consume it. If you were to stand at my bedroom window and look outside, it is doubtful that anything else would hold your eye other than the sparks of fire atop the branches. Even the red poinsettias stretching taller than I with their bloodied petals of silk could never compete; nor the lilies as white as the cap of Kilimanjaro.

    You would on

    I found a flower beside the road yesterday.

    I’m sure it’s dead and withered by now. It had been stepped on, it appeared. Probably by a cow . . . right at the base of the plant. And, in the process, the stalk had been torn in two.

    For a moment I considered the possibility of bringing it home to replant. Stuff seems hardier here in Kenya ~ maybe because it needs to be, who knows. The amazing thin

     The jet stream streaked across the brilliant Africa-blue sky. I could see it out the window of the make-shift gym as I exercised at the Kitale Club in town today. I looked twice – no, three times at the streak in the air . . . just to make sure it was really there.

     It is unusual to see a jet stream up so high and at this time of day here. Jets rarely fly over this part of Kenya and if t