Hello.
Where is home?
A feeling will come to you when you hear that word, “home”.
It may be a feeling which can be reached with closed eyes.
It may be a physical place where one has remained, bound fast and rooted deep.
A place which may not yet exist.
For the restless few, home exists as a place only to be left behind.
For me, home is far away, now, awaiting me always,
a green blur, a kaleidoscopic field stretching out, ridged peaks casting shadows upon the valleys; isolated, remote, but full with the sounds of nature, free from man’s hands.
Where I am but a visitor, at the bosom of Gaia, mother, who watches us pass, fleeting shapes of fury against her slow-moving bulk.
Home is however far I go, on the road, along the way.
It’s what I’ve taken with me, what’s inside me;
a comforting glow.
Wherever. I am home.
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To wherever you are at home,
Paul
Paul
Everything Digital Officer
