I used to envy folks who had a “home” solidly based in a faith tradition. I assumed they were very comfortable and felt safe. I felt like a lone traveler without a home. Now I find comfort in knowing there are many of us wanderers. Perhaps what we lack in superficial safety, we make up for with depth of experience. I recently came across a poem posted by Jamie Walters at Sophia’s Children that expresses this…
Posted on June 2, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged Wandering soul, Without a home. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Thank you! For finding a great website – and a great quote, too. Cousineau’s book is one of those you can pick up, read for a bit, and get wonderful meaning from. Then six months later, pick it up again and re-discover the same passage in a totally different way. While I haven’t brought the book with me, I’ll admit to having a few of his comments squirreled away to use at some point.
Hi Jim, Thanks for that book recommendation. I’ll check it out. I guess with traveling the world, you can always just access books in the “cloud.” The printed versions might just weigh you down.