Homelands don't exist. It's an invention.
What does exist is that place where you were happy.
Susana Fortes, from waiting for robert capa.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.
When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Yes
You take something from everything. Everywhere has its own riches, it’s important to open yourself to them. Travelling is above all an attitude, a way of accepting new things.
Keren Ann, Singer.
Life
For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin… but there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid… at last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life.
Alfred D’Souza
Of course ...!
Still idealistic, aimless and broke, nothing stopped us from becoming adults.
Found over at idiomill blog.
I loved that sentence.
I thought, 'Yes, despite all that. And despite mad choices, bad choices, the choices made by others ... I still became an adult.'
'Idealistic and broke.'?
Oftentimes.
Delighted by life so far?
Of course!
take-root, a blog
Just woke up thinking of some of my favorite faraway places, and how I carry them around with me, like home, wherever I go.
And how when I settle in someday, plant my roots for good (or nearly good) I want that place I make—wherever it might be—to be a testament to all these other quietly loved places that have made, and continually make me awake to the world.
Whoever writes this blog made me say, 'yes!' as I read the above. I found it over on facebook, thanks to Diana. I recommend you calling by to check out her blog, A Certain Simplicity.
When I settle down one day, I'll know it's the place because there will be something of every other place I've loved, woven into that home, that location, that country ...
I took this photograph from the lawn of my funny little cottage, located on the edge of Otago Harbour, Dunedin ... in 2001 maybe. The dates are imprecise now but it was after that divorce, way back then.