For those of you interested in inquiring into the idea of "nomads" vs. those who are "at home," I wanted to share this article I wrote which was published by Quadrant last month. It explores the idea of "home" and longing to be at home.
Here's the abstract:
The legendary Greek story of Odysseus contains deeply archetypal images of exile and homecoming. In the process of discerning home, we discover that the boundaries we establish in order to feel safe, or to maintain the status quo, create the shape of our lives. These boundaries are dynamic, alive, and constantly shifting, and when they are defended, crossed, or penetrated, something changes. Disorientation resulting from the loss of memory of place, tradition, or ancestors can be devastating, while creating space for memories and reflection is conducive to witnessing an ecology of the self in which consciousness around longing can bring us into right relations with nature, earth, and “other.” As we learn through Odysseus, interdependence, the hunger for connection, and the process of coming home can result in regeneration of self and constant new knowing.
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Thank you, Bonnie. I look forward to reading this and hearing about EcoStalgia or homecoming or any other burning and alive topic for you as a result of your 1.5 hour presentation last Friday! Julie
Thank you for this. I was struck by your idea of be-longing. To be the longing...
And am reminded of Hillman's piece on Pothos in Senex and Puer... the necessity of the yearning. And this beautiful poem by Goethe called The Holy Longing.
Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
Because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
What longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of love nights,
Where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
A strange feeling comes over you
When you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught
In the obsession with darkness,
And a desire for higher lovemaking
Sweeps you forward.
Distance does not make you falter
Now, arriving in magic, flying
And finally insane for the light,
You are the butterfly, and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this:
To die, and so to grow,
You are only a troubled guest
On the dark earth.
Goethe