For the love of Lesotho

This part of the world has been calling to me for many many, did I say many moons, since I was a young girl in fact, and finally, I now better understand why. The mountains that go on endlessly, the sound of the bells on the sheep as they graze, the shepherds that sing songs loud and true for all to hear, the comfort and protection that the Seanamarena provides, the white, green, and occasional red flags on the huts along route that signal Sorghum beer, snacks or clothing for sale in people’s homes and the unmistakable chill of the wind, calling me present though every gust. From high peaks to low lows, I am brimming, feeling, and listening to this vast land, the Kingdom in the Sky, as best as I know how.Read more