 I am Dorothy. I convince myself or allow myself to be convinced by others that I need someone else, something else, somewhere else to be content and complete. I believe the myth that presence is the journey, the fabled destination to my yellow brick road, the trophy that comes when I finally arrived. Only like Dorothy, that which I seek has been with me the entire time, perpetually beneath my feet. Home is just a heel click away. Presence is always right here and never out there. Be free where you are, not where you think you ought to be.