
…a surreal moment in time.
I have not been successful rediscovering my “Me” over these past five weeks because I learned I had already discovered her so many decades ago.

looking at what is… seeing what could be. Welcome to my "Market Place" Sherry Cantrick…forever space cowgirl

…a surreal moment in time.
I have not been successful rediscovering my “Me” over these past five weeks because I learned I had already discovered her so many decades ago.
We are at sea the next 3 days. We are past the equator and continue to move in the darkness at night as we travel to Namibia.

Three days… no need to follow time… no schedule… no obligations… no one even knows me. I do not recall any point in my life where I was given the experience of 72 hours, to feel such freedom from life. I can embrace just being “Sherry”… listening to her… listening to me.

It felt like we were on Mars today. The topography held no emotion. The beauty… such cold blatant strength of volcanoes long ago. I felt alone and humbled as our vehicle traversed the earth. I felt emptiness… so appropriate as I journey to find my “Me” again… for the second time in my life.

We have traveled 1400 miles over the past 6 days. We are spending the next two days only at sea moving forward another 1000 miles of this 6500 mile journey along the west coast to Cape Town. I never realized just how large Africa is.



This is our morning wake up call as we travel along Morocco.
…walk with me.
I am indifferent tonight. I am on this unbelievable voyage visiting 13 countries on the west side of Africa with people who are my age with unbelievable life stories. I am no longer interested in how a life story was going to be created. I am interested in how a life story was lived.
I spent today reading a very humbling book, “The memory of an elephant 🐘.
As I spoke earlier… I am trying to find my “Me” again.
I must…

