I have come to an abrupt halt while my internal organs are still in motion. It is in this small window before the adjustment occurs, this lag in the time it takes to jump from one comfort zone to another, where I rediscover something surprising.  I say rediscover because I think I’ve known it before.  Returning home after a trip is strange.  Everything is known and yet unfamiliar. Why is it that I can look at old things with new eyes?  I see my street, my front paddock, my house, the contents of its rooms as a someone else might do before familiarity floods back.Read More →