Home

The wandering seeker is an archetype. Homeless, happily alone and begging for his fare. The Buddha, Jesus and other icons of ethical movements did not own real estate, pay rent or cut the grass on the weekend. 

I have moved from one structure to another many times in my life, more times than most people have. My mother once told me I had inherited her father's penchant for the nomadic life. He kept his own homemade moving cart in the back yard of their many addresses. Money has been involved. Rent, mortgages, insurance policies. It is an age of money and materialism. I am a practical man. Yet, the message of the wanderer is not lost by me.

I do not reside in a home. Home resides within me. This was a notion which came to me early in life. It has always sustained me in times when I wondered where I would be able to go next. My new structure is very pleasant. I look forward to sharing it with my partner and his two spoiled old cats. My home, however, has not changed. It lies within my practice, based in my values, ideas and feelings.