Cherry blossom roots,

the turning of the season-

petals underground


submerged in space time,

cobwebwinged–light years away.

We don’t change, we forget… ??

I came across an old email and what a great reminder that the same philosophy of sorts still rings true (with a bit more color added in, perhaps some complexity) about the notion of home and self:

My book is now talking about the idea of home and causing me to think further about what I said last night, that desire to be constantly exploring/moving but using distance as some determinant of whether I’m finding anything of substance.  I’ve learned/am learning distance, destination is not what the desire is about;should not be what the desire is about for myself.  In Gravity: The Allure of Distance, Olsen first talks about the word saunter, how we often do not do/use this word in its pure sense, but have rather chalked it up to being lazy, or without drive.  However, the word derives from sans terre, “without land or a home, in a good sense, having no particular home, but equally at home everywhere”, how “we have a permanent desire to be somewhere other than where we are”…however “to assume that there is a greater value away from home than at home is a dangerous mistake…a home is the place in the present where one’s past and one’s future come together.  It is the crossroads between history and heaven… coming home after a day at work is, in its essence, the same thing as walking a wilderness road for the very first time.  When I go home this evening, the light will have changed.  Mail will have arrived… I will have stories to share, dust settled into some corners, my home will be fresh this evening as any part of the world will ever be to my limited ways of seeing… coming home provides the context for our road songs, just as the road provides the context for our stories about home… Both provide the foundation for our souls… each day creates a new Terra Incognita out of the whole universe, each morning a new and unexplored venue for the Tourist.  To be a Tourist in the way I mean is to learn a way of seeing freshness, a way to value even the smallest and most perfunctory actions of our days… it is in the little excursions as much as in the large ones, in the small observations as well as the grand ones, that we will discover ourselves, that we can make an honest connection with others… my desire for knowledge is intermittent, but my desire to bathe my head in atmospheres unknown to my feet is perennial and constant… every one of us is a Tourist.  In the silence of reading as well as in the joy of excursion.  Wherever you are right now, how could you know what words would come next?  How the light would reflect from the walls and the faces of people near you?  We do not expect our own stories, or who we would hear them with.  Look up for a moment.  Isn’t there as much Wonder, as much material for Story, for Community, and for Peace, in your room, as there is anywhere else, everywhere else?”…   

Seven Year Cycles

I’ve spent seven years “moving” yet I’m not so sure I’ve mastered it, each time stings, yet keeps that desire for change stirring. I’ve spent seven years in no attempt to sit with myself and be happy with just THAT, THAT, this, ME being enough.  Here’s to the next seven… and maybe some more movement.




1. A place where one lives; a residence.
2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.
3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.


a. An environment offering security and happiness.
b. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.
5. The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period.
6. The native habitat, as of a plant or animal.
7. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.
8. A headquarters; a home base.


a. Baseball  Home plate.
b. Games  Home base.
10. An institution where people are cared for: a home for the elderly.

11. Computer Science

a. The starting position of the cursor on a text-based computer display, usually in the upper left corner of the screen.
b. A starting position within a computer application, such as the beginning of a line, file, or screen or the top of a chart or list.



a. Of or relating to a home, especially to one’s household or house: home cooking; home furnishings.
b. Taking place in the home: home care for the elderly.
2. Of, relating to, or being a place of origin or headquarters: the home office.
3. Sports  Relating to a team’s sponsoring institution or to the place where it is franchised: a home game; the home field advantage.
4. Of, relating to, or being the keys used as base positions for the fingers in touch-typing: The home row on a standard keyboard consists of the keys for A, S, D, F, J, K, L, and ;.


1. At, to, or toward the direction of home: going home for lunch.
2. On or into the point at which something is directed: The arrow struck home.
3. To the center or heart of something; deeply: Your comments really hit home.
v.  homed, hom·ing, homes


1. To go or return to one’s residence or base of operations.
2. To be guided to a target automatically, as by means of radio waves.
3. To move or lead toward a goal: The investigators were homing in on the truth.

To guide (a missile or aircraft) to a target automatically.


at home

1. Available to receive visitors: at home on Thursdays.
2. Comfortable and relaxed; at ease: at home in diplomatic circles.
3. Feeling an easy competence and familiarity: at home in French.

home free

Out of jeopardy; assured of success: We had our hardest exams first and were home free after that.