Stormy Weather by Beatrice Baumgartner-Cohen, I own no rights.
Source: artfinder.com
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”J.R.R Tolkien – Lord Of The Rings
Where do you think we belong?
Have you found your place in this world?
Have you ever felt in love with too many places all at once, felt like you are living in between? Squatting on the border of two countries, one leg on each side. Or two cities, or two houses, or two beds. Have you ever felt distance weighing you down wherever you are?
I met a woman in a plane once. She was young and lovely. She was from Rome, had lived four years in Bangkok, was travelling to Finland and was currently living in the UK. Next week, she said, I’m going to Ukraine.
Where would you say she was from? Does it even matter?
Do you think the feeling of belonging is definately bound to a place? Or is it just something abstract floating inside you? Is belonging just a synonym to feeling comfortable, or is it the feeling of total acceptance of everything inside you and around you? Do you think the only map to guide us can be found in our hearts? Is there even a map?
Do you think there is one set path for us to take or just little stepping stones scattered carelessly around, chances that just come our way? Do you think there is a place for everyone?
Breathing discoveries
Leaving tearing on the seams
On the bark of my solid being
Uprooting my ankles
As I skip from a cherry branch to another
Always parched, always searching
Tugging on bonds, knitting barren lands together
Till they form a smooth rug of rain
Filling all the air, touching all the cheeks
Reminding us of the lively streams
Entwining all under us, swimming under the skin of life
Everywhere we go they follow, unexhausted
Uniting our wondering feet
Till in loneliness too we are together
Till we are breathing discoveries to each other
Miracles shaped out of pulping springs
Till we find ourselves again and in ourselves
A strength to go further
A wisdom to halt home
I love this!
Fascinating points to ponder — I believe there are those who prefer to “nest” in one place and those who are always restless to explore. Many fall somewhere in between, enjoying a place to call “home” while maintaining a healthy adventurous spirit…