“We’re all just walking each other home”
— Ram Dass
I’ve been lost in the woods of my being for so long. I see but do not understand. I have so long ago lost my way that home has become an abstraction. Then I meet someone who describes their home to me and I get it. I now know what home is. I am still lost but now I know that somewhere there is home. I want to go with this person to home but he tells me he cannot. His home is not my home. He leaves and I am devastated. I now know home exists but I cannot go there
She sees me devastated and asks why. I tell her and she ruffles my hair and tells me of her home. Only the home she describes differs greatly from the one the man told me about. Yet they are both home. How can that be? It seems that home can be more than one thing. She tells me that I cannot ago to her home either yet we have walked quite aways. I hug her and thank her. She leaves with a smile
One by one, you all come to me and tell me of your home. Some things sound so nice and I believe that for me they mean home as well. Other parts sound rough and I know that my home can never be like that. I walk with each one and step by step my home creates itself in my being.
Finally someone comes along and says to me “Beautiful home you have there” and I realize with everyone’s help I am home
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Synoptical Journey Reversed by G A Rosenberg
Forestal by G A Rosenberg
“Home is where one starts from. ”
–T. S. Eliot
I have always found home to be a difficult concept. Not that I come from a particularly unhappy home. For its time in 1960’s and 1970’s United States, I had a fairly typical family life, perhaps more functional and happier than most. Yes my parents were divorced but within seven months they were married to other people.
Due to this restructuring, I moved first from the home I spent my childhood in Connecticut to a new one in New Jersey. A year later we moved again one town over.
This played havoc with my sense of home and for quite awhile I roamed about like a gypsy for the next 3 decades spending anywhere from 3 weeks (my shortest stay) to three and a half years (my longest) with 5 months being about the average.
During this time of instability I felt very rootless. After leaving first my mother’s house (at sixteen) than my father’s (first at seventeen, than at 18) I found pretty quickly that in neither would I ever feel at home again. Not that I was made to feel unwelcome but they were never places I had rooted. It took me many years of searching both internally and externally until I finally gained an idea of what home means, to me at any rate.
Home quite simply means the place I can be centred within myself. Yes, the cliche that home is where the heart is has truth. Except that people tend to look at it in a very two-dimensional sense that it is where you are loved and where you love. In a greater sense tho, I find that home is where I can be loving, I can be centred and I can nurture and be nurtured and finally I feel that I can do this from within myself, my heart centre no matter where I may be located in physical space
I hope to grow to the point where I can do it irrespective of emotional space and mood as well. Namaste, G
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Circles of Inspiration by G A Rosenberg
Reality Check by G A Rosenberg
“One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.”
Funny, I found this quote after contemplating the state of home this evening. For I had come to the conclusion that for all my time searching for home, that I have my home and truly I never left. I’ve just never took ownership before… My home travels with me.. On this level i may describe my physical vehicle as my home. I can never be homeless so there may come a day when I need a place to stay. Indeed I can jump down countless rabbit holes and never again have to worry about finding my way home for here I exist. If I go with what Hesse says, than I may be deluding myself, i may only have this sense of being home because of the friendly paths I have intersected with of late.And indeed, between family, online and my relationship with the universe , the paths have been wonderful, lots of love and good feeling in my existence right now and it feels like home. Namaste.
Another rabbit hole beckons
time to jump in..
in the past jumping down a rabbit hole
started a journey that ended with a return home
after a long search
now that home exists within and without
a matter of realization not distance
there is no returning
I simply am…
–g a rosenberg
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Jewel by G A Rosenberg
Turquoise by G A Rosenberg
Raised Tree Expanding by G A Rosenberg