On a journey . . .

A most wonderful colleague shared a story from his homeland – a true tale of night-time walks with friends through the desert in his native Libya.

He described what it feels like to travel through the sand … the sheer vastness … how quiet it is … and how scary too.

With no road or signposts, every so often on his journey he’d need to stop and look behind him, just to check … where have I come from? Am I heading in the right direction? Am I happy with what I’ve achieved?

When he finished, our room fell silent. We each might not have travelled through a desert, but the story he told held true for us all.

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