Sometimes, you just need to go home. Home for many is a difficult word, often charged with emotion, it's our place of deepest vulnerability. The word 'home' isn't really about a physical location, but a representation of love, safety, security and family. The very word, 'family' has changed a lot in America. I started thinking about my own use of family, as I have reconnected with people who have been out of my life for some 20-odd years. It seems it has become easier for us to disconnect with our homes when the reasons are career driven. It's what's been expected in this country. At first, for the men to go out into the world and make their way in life. It's a strange kind of way, when you think about it, but it's like a massive test of survival of the fittest, and no youth wanted to return home with failure etched on their faces. Success had many different definitions, such as making it through university studies, going through an apprenticeship and for some, completion of military training. Failure was not an option. Now, there are others that went forward without a real plan in their life, but still, went out to make their fortunes or just settled in for a nice quiet life of hating their jobs, but loving their families (the lucky ones). Some people actually have that optimistic expectation that everything will work out. The balance sheets of their lives are filled with the contentment of having just enough. There is nothing right or wrong about the pursuits of life. In a strange way, we were so used to throwing our young in the world with such blind faith, because we wanted to trust in the lessons we imparted to them about this world. We want to see them fly and we know that you can't hold on to that child as they spread their wings and start that journey. I had ask myself what part did I enough the most with my journey? I guess if I were to be honest, I had so much confidence in myself that I didn't even think about flying, I just flew. I flew higher and higher and watched my head along the way. I was busy being free as a bird and time passes. Maybe that made me blind. Maybe that made me a bit selfish, but what a view.
There is something strange about people who have a need to be superior to others, they wind up being inferior in every possible way. They fear humanity and try to control it. They would rather destroy instead of create. They don't always like
So instead of walking alone Dylan Way, I thought I would share the woods and the ridges of a quiet and friendly town called Duluth, Minnesota. It's February, the snows haven't been normal.
The difference of our adults today, is that many of them believe they know and understand the truth, but the reality is, they have someone else validate their thinking through a surrogate, and they are so accustomed to not trusting themselves, they haven't noticed the difference.
I believe the wind blows in the right direction at all times.
Whatever you think of, when you think of home, don't forget where you have come from.