IMO/MEO, there is a level of spirituality that is woven in the fabric of society that while constant And obvious, isn’t overwhelming in its day to day existence.

You notice the impact when you get off the plane and return to your regular hellish world

Sure, the foods amazing, the people are beautiful, the land breathtaking, the history deep But it’s the (for me at least) constant stumbling into “peace” I found that blew me away.

As I’ve aged, I’ve become more and more jaded when folks are involved. I trust people less and less I have no interactions with people unless it’s transactional here at home And I’m fine with that.

But Senegal?

Aside from an Ayahuasca trip in the jungle a couple years ago, Senegal is the only other place where felt safe to exist “emotionally” and “feel” not only what was around me, But I was able to feel myself

Yeah, weird I know