The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Hello, I must be going...

Dear friends

I am back, sort of, after a month of Substack silence. I needed it.

I still need it.

I am in the midst of wrapping up my four-year sojourn in Berlin, and it is a blur of financial complications, government niceties (and not-so-niceties), repairing errands, packings and shippings, bookings and booking frustrations, an uncertain immediate future, unrelenting (internal) creative pressures…and a few fond, if complicated, farewells.

It’s been a week.

I was going to come back strong by writing about what I did on my summer vacation. It was fabulous, my best Burning Man ever, a month of love and connection, with old friends and new, a re-grounding of myself and my life in the many wonders of the Best Coast.

But it all feels very long ago after this week back in Berlin. Missions accomplished, yes, but new missions spring up like weeds. Let’s just say I look forward to regaining my freedom, and reducing my responsibilities back from two governments, two health care systems, two banking …