Sometimes it is hard to find closure on events in one’s life that would be better left to lie in a place deep within ourselves. At least that is the easy way out, we think.   For 15 years I lived a life without closure in the disappearance of my ex-husband.  No ending.  No tears.

It was only during a trip that I took with my son, Emerson, down the Nile River in 1984 that I was able to come to the end of what would prove to be the final painful odyssey, searching my soul for the self that I had lost a long time ago.

My journal that I kept during the long trip down the River of Life, chronicles the encounters, impressions and ties of women-hood I found

in this ancient land of brave women living in a male dominated society.

I share with you the spiritual beauty of this land that gave me the key to unlock memories I had hidden for so many years.  I had found Places Within My Heart  that I had forgotten existed.  For this I will always be grateful.