‘Home’, is where the roots are, but the question is: “is it the roots you lay down now, or the ones you left?”
So, then, where is home? Is it now, or what was? Can home be that which one reclaims? Or, is what one reclaims a mere shadow, or vague memory, hollowed out, and echoing the events that were left?
What is wise in this? To continue laying down roots where one finds himself? For it seems to be the most prudent. St. Benedict demonstrates this in his rule. Yet, would it not be wise to assess where one is, reason that it could be better, and move on to a better opportunity?
Starting fresh seems to signal detachment, and remaining where one is seems to signal stability.
I am faced with this question, as I commence my vacation in my childhood home where I no longer live, and cannot call it my home, though it once was my home, and those that I knew are either gone or fading away, as time continues turning on and on.
I’ve experienced this before, returning here to a place that I once called home; and, the nostalgia, the charm, and all of the feelings attached with that, was like watching a camera come into focus. What was hazy, is now clear, and what remains is not what one expected. However, I was young, and foolish then, but I have come far since then, would it not be different this time?
To return to my roots again?
EAR