Here are a few words about the many roads I’ve been walking on for the last 15 years or so. It’s more than a justification of a resume that jumps contexts and continents. It’s my way of reflecting upon and consolidating a personal narrative that sometimes reads like a ‘choose your own adventure’ book. It’s a celebration of the current situation I’ve wandered into as a volunteer at Green School in Bali – a place where, as I say in the poem, “the divergent converges.” And it’s an affirmation of the value inherent in the many roads my generation is walking down.
So to all my fellow travellers: keep walking, keep wandering, keep weaving your way down these many roads, and find your own way to make all the difference.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood”
I gazed down one and then the other
Asked my father and my mother
Google mapped the road ahead
And waited for the answer to load
And while the rainbow pinwheel spun I asked myself:
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