"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. " —T.S. Eliot There are certain places to which I have to return. It's not nostalgia or the lure of escaping the present by burrowing into some happy memory. It's the need to ground; to be at home; to feel and know what can only be known in a particular place. Sometimes a certain place, a certain geography, is the only place where

"When the days seemed fulfilled, he set his face for Jerusalem." --The Gospel of Luke Jesus was on the road. All the time. No matter what we might feel about the historical accuracy of the Jesus stories, what seems overwhelmingly clear is that he traveled. He moved. He covered ground. I know I will soon be moving too. When July arrives I will be more on the trail than behind the wheel or at a desk. I will point myself in a direction and go. I love to use maps to find my wa