My eardrums feel the pressure of the silence between the sounds: the hiss of the heating, the distant traffic, the gently rasping breath of my son sleeping beside me. The silence gives body to my longing, the almost tearful longing to be elsewhere in the warm hectic colour of Marrakech. I attempt to suppress the feeling that I am waiting too long before shifting gear and the engine of my life is squealing in protest. I am concerned with the 'how's. I am concerned with the 'when's. How do we do this? Because it has to be 'we' and not 'I' - I cannot contemplate leaving my son while I undertake a new adventure anymore than his father can contemplate allowing me to leave the country with our child for any significant length of time. Therein lies the conundrum. How do we all get what we need? There has to be a way, I know it, because I don't believe that God intends us to live within the easily attainable. Where would be the challenge in that, and where then would miracles occur?
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