I am Dorothy. I convince myself (or allow myself to be convinced by others) that I need someone else, something else, somewhere else to be content and complete.
I believe the myth that presence is the journey, the fabled destination to my yellow brick road, the trophy that comes when I’ve finally arrived.
Only like Dorothy, that which I seek has been with me the entire time, perpetually beneath my feet. Home is just a heel click away. Presence is always righ here and never out there.
Be free where you are, not where you think you ought to be.
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Words: Jim Kast-Keat
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Broke For Free