Traveling is Writing

And I never want to stop..

Remember yesterday's post? 

I was pretty hard on myself.

But then it dawned on me. 

Traveling is writing. 

For one week I wrote on the pages of my heart. 

Story by Story. 

Experience by Experience.

Observation by Observation. 

Like the story of the teacher who earns $41 a month. 

Like my experience walking over a creaking wood bridge 130ft above ground.

Or like my observation of how much Americans have convinced Ghanians that our way of doing things- like education- is somehow better. 

I was writing. 

But what if my head was down?

So focused on my writing? 

The 66 day writing streak is gone. 

My head is up. 

Less I miss the very writing that travels from the heart. 

Traveling is writing.

And writing is a gift. 

And I never want to stop..

My heart.

From..