First of all, I’m on a walk. In the Alps. I’m walking through a mountain meadow alone. It’s beautiful, it’s sunny and I have a full panorama view of mountains before me. This is where I am.
It’s also true that in my mind I am perhaps a thousand other places. I’m thinking about all the things I’ve read in the last 24 hours and they’ve led me on so many different journeys. I’m thinking about inequality in classrooms. I’m thinking about racism and how it expresses itself across the globe. I’m thinking about the fact that I’m walking through the Alps alone as a black woman, as an immigrant in Austria and what this all means how this is all connected.
I’m thinking too about where I am in my life: no longer young and not yet very old, but closer to old than young, I think.
I’m thinking about what it means to enjoy the multitude of privileges that I do.
I am walking in the midst of abundance: clean air, fresh water, green space. From meadow to forest, back to meadows again, mountains in the distance, mountains up close, I can see all of that. How did I get here?
This is where I am.