Like The Moon On The Water, In

Because I Don't Belong Entirely To Britain Or The U.s. Or India Or Japan, I Build My Foundations In Some Way Deeper Than Mere Passports, And More In The Light Of Where I'm Going Than Of "where I Come From."

I Loved The Quiet Places In Kyoto, The Places That Held The World Within A Windless Moment. Inside The Temples, Nature Held Her Breath. All Longing Was Put To Sleep In The Stillness, And All Was Distilled Into A Clean Simplicity. The Smell Of Woodsmoke, The Drift Of Incense; A Procession Of Monks In Black-and-gold Robes, One Of Them Giggling In A Voice Yet Unbroken; A Touch Of Autumn In The Air, A Sense Of Gathering Rain.

Mr. Trump Doesn't Radiate Many Of The Qualities I Respect. But What Do I Know? I've Never Met Trump. I Know He's Savvy Enough To Change His Tune According To His Audience And I Don't Know Very Much At All About How Government Works.

There's So Much Visible Stuff Around Now, We're Tempted To Forget That It's Usually The Invisible That Matters Most.

We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes And Learn More About The World Than Our Newspapers Will Accommodate.