Reflections

They say that home is where the heart is, but where exactly is home? A place that’s deeply ingrained in the depths of our being, yet so distant to most. Or maybe it’s just that moment in time where life and circumstances become intertwined with our souls — and time stops — and a feeling of pure bliss seeps through every vein of our existence. (Yeah, that’s got to be it)

It seems that the Roman philosopher, Gaius Plinius Secundus, was onto something when he made that statement roughly two thousand years ago. Pliny the Elder [as his friends used to call him], was a naval commander, a true nomad, and a fellow globetrotter himself. Like most typical adventurers, he became acquainted with the notion of solitude and the ongoing desire to find a place to call home — one that’s associated with ongoing love, acceptance, and consolation. This is the fate of a nomad, and Pliny was no stranger to it.

“Hope is the pillar that holds up the world.

Hope is the dream of a waking man”

— Gaius Plinius Secundus (AD 23- AD 79)

When living a life of constant travel — every place, moment, and interaction becomes a part of this experience that society defines as ones home. But what if home is not only a matter of place and time? After a seven to ten year long journey in and out of the States, I can’t help but question this notion.

Home is merely an internal feeling — an experience of ourselves with ourselves in a world consumed by technology and information overload. It’s that moment in which our thoughts become aligned with our overall essence, and gratification and comfort become our underlying state of familiarity.

So here, my dear readers, I invite you to experience this journey of ongoing exploration with me. It may be one that’s filled with questions and affirmations, or it might simply serve as a space for bewilderment and curiosity — resulting in a change in the overall tone on this quest for home.

Whatever the course, I’ll most likely catch you on the road, in a cafe, or maybe even in bed on some isolated retreat with a coffee in hand.

Until then —

 

Yours Truly,

Nomad