Liminal Space. It’s a term I had never heard before. It means being betwixt and between.
Our Lady of the Goats
A minor miracle happens here every afternoon: a herd of goats materializes out of the sand.
Madagascar? Why Madagascar?
It’s a reasonable question. One I received a lot before leaving on my trip.
I am swinging in a hammock in the shade of an abandoned hut that is being consumed by dunes.