All sunsets remind me of Amman.

I have a deep abiding love for that small city in Jordan, the whole country in fact. Today I spoke to a wonderful woman who helped me to understand where the connection may come from, Yvonne Owuor, winner of the 2003 Caine Prize for African Literature.

She was explaining to me how stories from the elders in Northern Kenya, speak of that connection between time and space that happens with the land , and in communities such as those in the Mau Forest Range in Timboroa too. The elders speak of those soul ties that pass from Earth and Sky and connect your heart to the deepest valley right back to Sun and Moon.

In Jordan I found my lost selves, reconfigured those parts of my heart that 32 years of Urban living in London had buried.

The power of the earth, rising through the landscape, so the sun setting over Palestine from the hills of Jordan and the moon rising in Irbid, became MY Sun and My Moon once more.

Finally, reconciled to the word that dust we are and to dust we shall return.

PhotoCredit: The sun sets over the Mau Forest Range in Timboroa.