I can still hear you calling for me...

Last night, on February 15, I reread my entire blog from my trip to Botswana.  I didn't intend to, it just sort of happened.  It was like reliving a beautiful dream.  My memories came back to me so vividly, it was just as if I had just been in Francistown last week.  I have kept in touch with some of the people I met there, although not as well as I would like, and I have just about completed the entire "No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series."  Botswana has remained a part of my life.  But last night, after reading my blog, I felt a tremendous tug in my heart.  I believe the time has come to start thinking of when I can go back...the words of a beautiful song came to me as I have been reflecting on what I am feeling.  It certainly doesn't describe the lands of Botswana (the song, I believe, is about Ireland) but the same feeling is there; the same emotion; the same longing.

The lyrics go like this:

                                                     "Greenwaves"
                                                                by Secret Garden

I remember a meadow one morning in May.
With a sky full of dreams that sailed in that day.
I was dancing through green waves of grass like the sea
For a moment in time I could feel I was free.

There are waves of forgiveness and waves of regret.
And the first waves of true love I'll never forget.
In the meadow that morning as I wandered alone
There were green waves of yearning for life
still unknown.

Take me home to the meadow that cradles my heart
Where the waves reach as far as you can see.
Take me home to the meadow ' we've been too long apart,
I can still hear you calling for me.

Take me home to the meadow that cradles my heart
Where the waves reach as far as you can see.
Take me home to the meadow ' we've been too long apart,
I can still hear you calling for me.

What I'd give to remember that heavenly state
Just a moment in time ' all mine to create.
As I'm taking my last breath I know what I'll see
There'll be green waves forever out there waiting for me.

Take me home to the meadow that cradles my heart
Where the waves reach as far as you can see.
Take me home to the meadow ' we've been too long apart,
I can still hear you calling for me.

Francistown still claims part of my heart...I hope to see you soon, Botswana.  Until then...

Peace.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9nlU0q4eiw