Friday, June 27, 2014
Staying and Leaving
Every time I move from one country to another I feel something in me flex and release, grow stronger and change. I grow accustomed to a place, to a way of being, and then leave it for another. There is a need to support oneself in the transition between two places, to be separate from the world, before reorganizing in a new space. Is there a danger of becoming detached from any place? A danger of true independence? Would there be anything wrong with skating upon world seamlessly, connected and apart from the coming and going of place and time like a blade on ice? The magic of owning it all and holding on to nothing.