I feel I am a traveler, no homestead keeper am I. I go from destination to destination, and I remember my days when I was not like I am now, back when I was far, far away from here. Life is not all a journey, you know, as some would have you believe. There do exist way points along the path, where we meet with other strangers, each on his own road, where we roast some meat on the fire and talk about where we each have been. Places where we connect. In these places some stop, and they travel no more; in these places people find a home.
What do I carry with me as I go? I think there is more that I carry within myself than material things that I bear. I have shed much of the materials that garnish life — the truly substantial things are, paradoxically, the things we can't touch. The essences, the memories, of friends; the flavor of love; the triumphs; the shames: all these things are those which matter most. These are the elements of a home, a home I have never truly found.
Perhaps there is no real home for a soul like myself. Perhaps there are only the camps along the way where we set up a teepee to weather this storm, or that. Places where we rest for a spell. Some friends new we make, some friends old and we lose touch. We leave footprints, though. We are not ghosts, not yet. And this traveler will call home sometimes the places where he stays, though it is half-hearted. I have written this before: I have wandered so, so far that every place I go is home. It means I have forgotten what the word means. I am a traveler; the road is my home. I carry my heart to every stop along the way, so all these places are my home. I only hope, as I pass from this place to the next, that someone will see the footprints I have left and think of me, and smile.
Raymond
1:25am wednesday, 13th february
We seem to be companions;the way you write is the way I feel a lot of the time.I have never been in the pit though I have been close to the edge.I keep coming back here to see what my friend has written in this daily journey we call life.I will smile.Have a safe journey and may the sun keep you warm.
SAMMY
3:36am monday, 27th may
This is beautifly written. I wish you the best. Home is a feeling that can be felt just about anywhere rest your head. May you find your place in the sun. PEACE HOPE LOVE
Raymond
SAMMY