What is a place?
A home?
Maybe there is meant to be
more adventure
and surprise.
Open space
We were nomads once.
Cherishing seasons
from place to place
At home in every place.
And what of this comfort in staying?
Is it that we stopped trusting our Mother to provide for us
vastly
continuous?
Is it that we stopped trusting
each other?
Breaking the cycle of generosity
of generations
not altering the balance
because we
became afraid?
I question whether or not
I crave this comfort
too fervently.
To the extent that
it undermines
my sense of possibility.
Perhaps whatever angels
brought me here
are leading me now
to a comfortable
nowhere.
Back into belonging
to the Earth.
I should sing the songs I feel
I should hang them on the wind.
I should live like them
everywhere
and nowhere
in perfect harmony.

1 Comment

  1. Marie Naubert says:

    In deed many of us have lost our sense of connection with being among others without the need to possess and own to feel at home. To feel that we belong. Where are our roots?
    Have we uprooted them as we have the forests?
    Thank you for the invitation to open and deepen this thought so eloquently.
    As you do.
    Always.

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