Marrakech: and an overwhelmed tale

All the deadlines, all the to do lists, all the inboxes. 

All the emails that have gone unanswered, the help requests that have gone unhelped, the phone calls that have gone unreturned. 

All the things to make, the gardens to plant.  the recipes to try. 

All the pounds to lose.  On me, on my shoulders... in my brain.

I am trying to remember, really remember, the time when all that was before me was the anticipation.....

of being air bound...... light, so light.  

before the cool splash of water.

Are you trying to remember, too?