Homeland

A  foreign concept for someone who has never felt bricks and mortar as a home. A pitched roof, yard and a swing set. I've always had a "home" in the sense of a house to dwell in but the emotional reaction and attachment we place on home and the provocative word, do not attach themselves to anything physical for me.

Not to say any of the places were unworthy, or that I don't have the silverware from my grandmother, or sketches of my dads that remind me of the nostalgic understanding of what makes a home; but the places themselves, were just always transient. So I think, early on, I learnt that home is in the moment, in the person, in the music, in the smells, in the emotional reaction within yourself. Your senses.

You are home.

To me; Home is a feeling we allow ourselves to experience, to be vulnerable and safe all at the same time.

While away from home this is often a subject of reflection. We humans need each other, we yearn for one another and the comfort it brings. But it is often temporary. Momentary. Years or minutes. So what is the constant?

I am. You are. The true and only comfort we have can only come from within ourselves.     

Wherever I am I find myself when in need, creating internal order through outward 'pen to paper' expression. A sense of calm and relaxed control. A way for me as an individual to be present and celestial at once. Truly becoming at one with this moment in time and place. But it is not place or present that brings the understood concept of 'home' to life. It is the acceptance of our place in time and sense of peace we allow ourselves to feel.

Home is where I am.