If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
and somewhere between those landscapes, something soft and unseen keeps calling me forward.
Sometimes I spin the globe with my eyes closed, and when it stops, I point with my finger—only to find myself in the middle of the Indian Ocean yet again. Sigh.
In fact, last night I dreamed about moving to the place where I’m truly meant to be, yet my mind keeps drifting to Scotland, Puerto Rico, the Appalachians, California, Portugal, France, or Italy—
Maybe the path isn’t a single place on a map at all, but a feeling waiting to unfold, pulling me toward a life that finally feels like home.
My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 