Dear Diary, February 22, 1922; Burton's attendant came this morning for my trunk, and the rest of my belongings will be stowed away at Professor Burton's fine home in the Old section of Cairo, a very lively neighborhood. I collect my satchel with my journal and my golden cat and head to the lobby to wait for professor Burton to call. I am ready for whatever this journey may bring, and I anticipate great things.
Dear Diary, February 22, 2009: I have thought of this deeply. What does it matter what is real or what is the truth? What interests me is my great grandmother's gusto for life, adventure and romance, her confidence, her creativity, her daring. Her extensive knowledge, intellect and wherewithal and her anticipation- her belief rather- that "great" things are in store for her on every horizon. Maybe I just never believed great things would happen to me. It never occurred to me that I could think that way. And reading Grandmother's journal has given me inspiration. I'm sketching, researching and finding a vitality I have never known, and always felt was reserved for others. What she gives me is far richer than any facts. Facts are dead lists on a sheet of paper. I would rather be a living breathing writing, sketching traveling kind of woman. I'm starting to believe in Kesmet. I'm beginning to believe, no, let me just say it as so, as yes, this is my truth, my new belief system: great things are about to happen to me too!
Egypt & The Nile with Juliana Coles March 11-22, 2009