Sep. 23, 2021


Great Wall remembrances are never far away----they find me when I’m sitting in traffic, walking by the fast-moving river, or watching smoke-trails from a high-flying jet. The Wall is with me when I smell wetness on mossy rocks, or climb frost-covered trails.

My memories often consume me and---like stepping into cold rain on a sweltering day---my body trembles with anticipation.

I barely-close my eyes and, in an instant, I'm back on The Wall. Those are the times I can touch the wind, hear the silence, and share aloneness....all under a brilliant blue-parasol sky--that speaks only Chinese.

I share those moments with tears filling my eyes, running down my face, dripping from my chin---and I don’t stop them. Tears are my evidence, my emotional reminders. Yes, I was really there.

The incomparable magic comes from knowing, my-- "Once upon a time"--- began with a nine year old girl, a dedicated teacher, a classroom geography book---and a First-Ever Dream.

Sally Miller