Riding Waves

Five hours long meeting of the association of diocesan priests with the bishop participating normally would make me want to jump out of my own skin frustrated, with boredom and exhaustion blended together. Yet the vicinity of the Lake Victoria just behind the conference room wall and the sound of waves crushing against it soothed my soul and mind immensely. Closing my eyes and riding the wavetops, allowing my imagination and fantasy to float me around the world and people. I was saved.