I was in St. Louis again this week. While there, I managed to get in to see this woman. This was my first trip to a practitioner of this variety. She started at my feet and started talking. Ooh, she said. That is really entangled. I mean really entangled. You don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
Um. Yeah. Sign me up in the believer category.
Then yesterday, I got lost on the way to the airport. well, that’s not exactly true. By accident, I told my navigational system (which, by the way, I did not forget in the rental car) to take me to the wrong airport. No harm, no foul as I had loads of time. But meanwhile, I saw a cluster of white herons in a little river bed, and two more flying overhead.
Getting home was miserable – we sat in the plane in Charlotte for hours waiting for clearance to take off – but overall? Things are different. Not radically. Perhaps not observably. But they are different now. And I’m good with that.