State of Being:

Missives from the field

I’m on the other side of the world to you. A world away. But not really.

I closed my eyes and woke up standing on foreign soil.  In the space of a day, I read a book and found myself somewhere new, but also not really.

If I rode my bike to Paris, rather than caught a plane, I would know the dimensions of time and space that exists between me and you. But …