Posts by Tovah Jacobson
The Storm
It was the cusp of the dry season in Southern Africa. All living things were desperately awaiting the coming rains. Savuti, the driest place I have ever been, was littered with death. The image of the eland dying by the water hole will be forever etched into my mind. Its last moments of…
Read MoreTomoka to Amelia
It is often the most simple things that give us the greatest joy.
Read MoreTomoka and Eli
As I crossed a bridge from the forest to the marshland, the dense canopy of trees opened and the earth and the sky sprawled out before me bathed in the colors of light of the setting sun.
Read MoreBack To Miami
You Never Know You never know when you’re going to change someone’s life or perspective. You never know when an utterance of an idea or a comment will shift someone’s directive forever. Perhaps you have found out years later how passive words or thoughts had changed someone’s life as you reflected on it years later…
Read MoreKey West Lesson’s Learned
As I sit here by the water’s edge contemplating my departure from The Keys to my next stop, Miami, I pause to take a moment reflecting on my experience. My experience to The Keys will not be like anyone else’s, just like life, we have our own unique experiences. It was full of love and…
Read MoreAlong Came Mary
It is my 8th night in the keys. It has been wonderful. The space, the time, the breath I get to take. A pause in the movement. I feel humbled by the warmth and friendship I’ve received here from the serendipitous picture from Mary that led me here.
Read MoreInauguration Day
Today when I awoke, I was thinking of the way the world would change. It was inauguration day, and Joe Biden became the 46th president of the United States of America. He made a statement that this is his life’s purpose, to be the president at this moment in history, deep in a global pandemic,…
Read MoreSaddle Bunch Key
I sit in a palapa on Saddle Bunch Key, about 15 miles north of the southern most point of the United States. My view is of an inlet, the water rippling. There is art workaround me, a combination of the art my friend Mary has done and the art I have done. Brave Mary set…
Read MoreMiami/Ft. Lauderdale
It’s the end of January here, and my skin is tanned brown, my body lean from daily cold swims, the palms wave their wispy fronds as I count the laps, the morning sun heating everything. I understand why people move to Florida. It really is the sunshine state.
Read MoreNight 2: Cedar Hammock
I awoke to the sunrise, the soft pink light making the frost sparkle in its subdued painted hues. It had been cold last night but I had kept warm. The electric heated Ororo jacket I had purchased worth every penny I had spent on it. It had even allowed me to watch the darkness of…
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