Good evening Travellers,
It appears to be November, doesn’t it? Cue the groovy music…
Which means Thanksgiving is right around the corner. I’m not sure how that holiday plays out for those of you outside the United States. I’m not exactly sure how historically accurate the whole situation is, if we’re being honest.
What I do know is that every single human should be able to get behind the message: Being thankful for what you have and giving to those that do not have..Thanks and Giving…so let’s have a few conversations about that kind of thing this month, shall we?
HOME. What is home? Is it a place or a feeling, is it something deep inside each of us that we carry with us at all times? Can we be at home in the me or do we need physical shelter?
By the way, shout out to the sensitivity police who no doubt may consider some of the following paragraphs to be tone deaf. To you I say, get the sand out of your vajayjay and take it for what it’s intended.
Are you aware outside our borders there are countless fellow humans, over 66 million to be exact, who have been removed from their homes via war or military siege or persecution of their personal beliefs, with no destination in sight. Nothing but the clothes on their back and what they can carry. No home to call their own. Endlessly walking at times. No widespread government aid or social services. And yet they survive, on what I can only assume is the hope they will find home again. Or maybe they are carrying their home within them and their family that wanders beside them. Maybe that is what perpetuates their lives. By the by, this is not a political statement, just a general awareness message. Consider it an enlightenment to the harshness that much of humanity exists in outside this country and more then likely yours if you are reading this now.
I am a voracious National Gegraphic reader. I think it is important for us to understand the vastness of this world. I think it’s important to know there are many other ways to live a human life other than your own. The kind of awareness that helps a person to acquire some perspective on the nature of their existence in our darker moments. Also, it seems to help us acknowledge the good fortune of our own lives, which we should do every day. If you read any stories online or in magazines, the plight of global refugees will make your soul sad and where do we begin to truly solve that problem? Humans robbing other humans of their homes…
I think on some level we are all refugees of a sort seeking safe shelter. By refugee, I mean feeling displaced from your life and floating adrift in the world. Myself, I am an only child of divorced parents. I was 8 at the time of their separation. The parent I spent most of my young life with married three more times after that. It was jarring to say the least to have no stability or home that was truly mine. As in to keep. I didn’t realize I even needed the grounding of home until much later in life. Or that I was seeking it. But eventually I found it or rather it found me. And I’m going to say home for me is the place I find solace, it is my shelter. It’s a physical structure and the family I’ve made for myself and the inner peace I’m working to cultivate there.
There is valid discussion around home being a person rather than a place. Or home being inside of yourself, which I think also has a lot of merit. For myself, I think that in order to cultivate either of those, a person needs a safe harbor to settle their insides in. I believe all animals seek safe shelter as one of their basic needs.
Mopsy was my little refugee. In fact, I always felt like she was my kindred soul. As odd as it sounds, I saw myself in her. Out into the world perhaps not by her own choice. Animals don’t usually get to choose their owners much like we don’t get to choose our parents. She was doing what she could to survive, inwardly perhaps hoping or looking for home but a home she had never known.
It’s about a year to the day I first let her inside. It was 20 degrees outside and the night before I had returned her to her owners, but here she was again. I let her in. Just barely into the foyer. Just to warm up her little feet. Obviously things developed from there. I just always always always wanted her to know there were people out here who would care for her, there was a warm house for her when she was weary and there was love. Because isn’t that what we all seek in this world?
Perhaps sometime this month, or today or tonight, think on your good fortune and less on complaints of the day. Let the little shit go. Be grateful for your home, whatever and wherever that may be. It doesn’t need to be perfect to be wonderful. And send a thought or prayer out to those who are wandering, that they may find their place in this big world.