HAPPINESS DIET: GO TO GHANA…AND LOSE WEIGHT!

Map from Virtual Explorers (http://www.virtualexplorers.org/ghana/map.htm).

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, my West African speech gave way to my Midwestern speech. I am going home…to my ancestral home, the place of my father awaits, heart beating as promised, and the place of our foremothers and forefathers. This December homecoming pilgrimage to Ghana has been a thorough-going success and given me exactly what I needed at this time of the year and in my life. I salute my West African heart home and the people of heart that land contains…and welcome its new president, installed yesterday, January 7th.

Many things occurred getting on the flight at Accra, at the Amsterdam airport, on that aforesaid flight over the Atlantic, and in the Memphis, Tennessee airport. Perhaps they can be spoken of later. No space of the journey is left vacant.

Upon setting foot inside my apartment and the balance beam scales therein, I discover that I have been on the HAPPINESS DIET: GO TO GHANA AND LOSE WEIGHT. Can’t you just see the cover page headlines flogging that article in the women’s self-help magazines in America? 10 pounds to be exact. I am now at a weight lower than before my move to St. Louis, a year-and-a-half ago. I have now lost the 10 pounds that I gained during the Winter of My Seclusion…and a few more besides. This is good. May the trend continue.

I’m pretty fried–yes, fried–I think that’s a combo of tired and frazzled–and going to bed now…after a theoretical 24 hours of travel, but more because of the time changes. I’ll be laying low over the next few days as I catch up on my writing and my biological body.