Sometimes I think about why I became an anthropologist, about what my goals in the profession were. I think about what I’ve done with my life and what I want to do. So I guess, here’s what I have to say.

I took this photo in Oregon in May of 2022.

Walking the World

I have dreams of walking the world,

And resting in the arms of it’s people,

To sit and sip their hearts desires,

To journey through every kind of steeple.

I have dreams of walking the world,

To touch all it’s natural wonders,

To walk through every stormy night,

My path illuminated by lightning and thunder.

I have dreams of walking the world,

Even if it means my death,

For what better way to end your life,

By learning and loving with every breath.

I have dreams of walking the world,

And discovering all the ways I am wrong,

To learn of all my weaknesses and limitations,

Because it is the whole world to which we belong.