“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
Joseph Campbell referred to it as the Hero’s Journey. The major arcana of the tarot shows similar cycle. Every time we step through a doorway or start something new, we perform a version of it. Sometimes I feel that most of my life is spent going from rabbit hole to rabbit hole or at crossroads deciding which way to go. It’s one of the reasons why I feel a kinship to crossroad deities such as Thoth in Egyptian mythology, Hermes in the Greek, Eshu and Elegua in various Orisha cosmologies or Ganesh in the Hindu among many others.. They tend to be the tricksters, the ones who teach you life’s lessons by exposing you to possibilities.
There is a history of musicians and crossroad deities especially blues musicians tho they usually see him as being old nick
I have to be careful tho. Every time I start writing about the rabbit hole I hear a whisper “c’mere kid…take the ride” which I guess is nominally better than “Oh my stars and whiskers, I’m late”