Often I find my Place in places I’ve never been.
I find my Self standing at a fresh market stall in the streets of Beijing.
Tonight, I’m on my knees at temple in Tibet; tomorrow a Gondola down the canals.
I scale mountains and spelunk coves, surf coasts and stare up at stars through olive groves.
My Self comes back to me each day imprinted with stories from everywhere else asking why I’m still here.
- Letters From Somebody