I am sitting in an airport connected to free (but-who-knows-what-data-they-are-collecting) wireless and I am speaking to you - whereever you may be? whatever you may be be-ing? 

And I am thinking about this year and my world. I’ve had the opportunity to live in 5 countries. Meet wonderful people. And travel to a few more. Sometimes I feel as though I am in many places at once. Even if I sit on the balcony of my current apartment. 

I have various virtual, psychographic, social and physical residences and ‘identities’. My friends, colleagues and families live in multiple countries, and work across them. And like me, lots of them are often on the move.

Concepts of home are shifting for me, even as I realise that I am not a nomad - the thought of carrying my life on my back frankly scares me…the concept of national identity and citizenship becomes more fluid for me on a thought level …in reality, my dream of a global passport seems a ways a way - although I am blessed with a ‘favourable’ passport, legal restrcitions like visas and residencies still operate.

Some people say to me that place is not important. I am not clear that is the case. Intersection between people and place is important. 

Image ‘intersection’ (c) sp clarke

– I stop this post to take a flight and pick up later –

I am now elsewhere. Another home, another place.  

I am thinking about stories. I am mid-guest editing with Anne around Story and Storytelling. I am reading about stories. I tell stories. I make stories. I am a story. A question on the plane "what is the role of the modern storyteller…" and "…my own role as storyteller/with stories?" later over coffee with Marieke appears somewhat responded to by emails sent while I am in the sky - from yet other places (read here - scroll down, thanks SWA - and here -thanks Eileen). It is answered many other ways too…

 
I am musing about this fabulous unfolding multiverse I am able to be part of…And I am interested to know yours thoughts, too.

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