In the afterlife of an Egyptian, and perhaps all races, is the weighing of the heart with a feather. The
You are never really prepared for meeting Sekhmet. Daughter of RA. Keeper of the solar disk. Consort of Ptah.
I woke up as the light streamed through the shuttered window highlighting the pens and pencils on the desk.
Nothing touches the insides of you like Egypt does. Each time I come, it is because I have been called.
You didn’t know it but when you caught the fish, and even before as you began the dance of fisherman,