I have been quite nomadic for most of my adult life—traveled extensively, seen the world, and enjoyed many varied cultures. I have learned to find home wherever I may be.
At first, home was literally my backpack in which I carried my necessities. But I have learned to put my pack down now and lessen the load I carry. Who is “doing” anyway? As my spiritual teacher says, when you are on a traveling train, why still hold onto your luggage? The train is my life, and I am carried by Life, supported by all that is. So I let go. I surrender to what is. I serve what is right in front of me.
Just as I have traveled outwardly through our colourful world, I have also traveled inwardly through my mind, heart and soul as I explore art and music, and in my spiritual practices. In some ways I could say that I have traveled both internal and external landscapes searching for a deeper meaning of home. What I have found is a home that transcends geography and taps into the transpersonal and timeless.
My sense of home now comes from my state of internal being. Since I am not as attached to what is happening on the outside, I see life as receiving me. I am within the womb of the divine and my heart is God’s living room. This moment is my mother, waiting with open arms at the door of my family home.
In my song “Wonderment” on my upcoming album “Sanctuary”, I sing “Home is here. Home is now. There’s gold in the dark, as I bow down.” When I am willing to let go of wanting things to be other than they are, I bow in humility to what is. Then, though I may feel in the dark, I find the gold, and an eternal home, in this moment. In some of my poetry, I call it the “vertical hour”, when time collapses and I rest in the vastness of the infinite.
“Wherever you go, there you are”, says Jon Kabat-Zinn. We may run. We may try to avoid. But no matter where we are physically, we bring ourselves—and all that entails— with us. We touch the perfection in it all when we learn to be with what is, rather than what is not. We live in the fullness of the now, rather than dreaming of the past or the future.
When I am surrendered to the whole, I find a sense of place. It is as though when I let go, open up and look around, my feet naturally root into the Earth. Then I arise and expand in vitality. As I feel part of the whole, I find meaning in the now. Then here is my truest home.