The return from Burma was a bumpy landing and no fault of the pilots. The problem was all inside my head, she might have said.

When I got home in February after more than 3 intense weeks in Burma I had a hard time recognizing it as “home”. While it was definitely nice to see Dennis and sleep in my own bed and commune with my GreenHouse, it was, at the same time disorienting. More than once I woke in the middle of the night and looked around at the window, at the doors, and didn’t know where I was. I couldn’t recognize my own house, let alone my own home. Continue reading →