I don’t think of having a home anymore. I don’t travel much so I don’t have an extensive inventory of localities knowledge, but I now feel as though there is a not a place that I want to call home any longer.
I was born in one state and raised in a state over 900 miles away. I currently reside in the western section of our country over 2500 miles from the home I knew as a child. I have lived and voted in the presidential election in five different states during my adult life and it appears that I will not stop, settle down, and create a nest of my own any time soon.
So where is my true home, my true north? Perhaps it is the unsettled nature of my psyche or maybe it is the unsettled nature of life which can be cruel and hostile.
So the question that is on mind, how can we have a home when there are so many refugees seeking a place free from violence and strife?
As long as there are pilgrims seeking shelter how can I justify claiming a stake in some physical space? So for now I will seek peace and solace within my turbulent psyche and hope the world comes to the realization that there is no place to call home until all of us have found inner peace and all peoples of this earth have the opportunity to be free and to be given the chance to establish a safe haven both physically and psychologically.
I hope you have a delightful experience today and every day henceforth.
What is there to say about me? I am not sure if I am typical or not, average or not, smart or not, BUT I think I definitely have a sense of humor. I am an aging baby boomer wondering if I have something to say about the world as I see it.
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