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In Between Times“Where is home?”, I ask myself. My conditioned mind’s cliched answer says[editor: actually it is your wife Tink who says] “Home is where the heart is,honey.” And yet my mind can’t help but look back to what was, and toward whatwill be, leaving my heart to feel a bit confused and aching about how to be in thepresent. Yes, yes, I know about (and practice) mindfulness and I try to “Be HereNow”, all as my impetuous inner child part wants what I know will come to Be.Here. Now!! Ugh!I softly and compassionately tell my tender inner child part that it will be herebefore I know it. I settle in, and become familiar with all that living in a city has tooffer, and try to feel grateful for my little balcony overlooking the offices of Google(where I imagine AI training and self-driving car scheming and advertisingpotentials are being hatched and developed.) More often I walk the shortdistance to my...
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