My travelling suitcase of belonging.
An inquiry on home. Is it a physical place, a feeling, or something else entirely?
"Home is the nicest word there is." - Laura Ingalls Wilder
Dear Reader,
Simply typing the word ‘home’ sees my body take a softer shape,
melting into sighs that are similar to prayer talk—
“Home”
What does the word "home" evoke for you? Is it a physical place, a feeling, or something else entirely?
My curated playlists have become the cornerstone of these inquiries—I love hearing how much you look forward to them and how often you have them on repeat. So, in the name of this exploration, I've included a Home playlist at the end of this piece as a sound totem. Enjoy!
This inquiry feels large and boundless, so large that it has had me wondering where I might even begin—so I gift myself a sense of beginning by delving into the oddities of my glorious human condition and the seemingly contradictory tendencies that behold it when I think about home…
I have found writing to be a bit of a self-indulgent exercise of late. I am writing differently—essentially I’m letting myself feel things on the page rather than only just concluding them on the page. I have spent the majority of former seasons writing with purposeful feelings of service and hospitality for you the reader—this sentiment thoughtfully still exists in the framework of my writing process, but I am learning to allow myself to fall out a little bit more on the page—therefore, you will hear a little more of me written in the words, in the ideas, in the stories… unfinished and imperfect, often without conclusion.
My nomadism and explorer behaviour has commonly been misdiagnosed in a way that suggests such behaviours could do with a remedy—advice well-intended of course, usually gifted and wrapped as a suggestion from the wisdom of those who feel purposed for a geographical long-stay and are faithful in their purpose and pursuit of it—
My faithfulness abides, as does theirs,
but in different ways…