Traveling in Place
It occurred to me today that I’ve been in the Bay Area approximately six months now. How so much time has slipped past, I don’t know. It feels like it’s been a couple of weeks at most, maybe a month or two.
It also feels like, even though I’m not traveling, the journey is still continuing. An inner journey though, with landscape and characters just as varied, and requiring just as much energy towards confronting the unknown and the awkward.
I told a friend the other day that travel is “is a looking for opportunities that will stretch the conception of the world and ourselves, so that we can become bigger and accommodate more of life.”
Just because I’ve been staying put for the past six months (short as it feels), it doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped traveling.










