Red How is it my heart still beats red? Whispering me back. Settled into ancient passion, yes. But, the place my skin crawled with life is haunting me. Share this:ShareFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “Red” Add yours maybe because it’s the motherland. i’ve heard it said that when first stepping off the plane on the continent, people sometimes have a feeling of coming home. it’s that way for me too. love the children. Reply oh chills. this is stunning. i don’t even know the back story buti know this speaks deeply about roots love kj Reply Thanks Lori and KJ. I love this pic. Took it on a road trip from Uganda to Kenya. KJ, the back story is I left Uganda but it calls me back. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.