"The road goes ever on and on . . . " from a Tolkien song. I think Joseph Campbell would agree with you: the hero returns changed from the journey, and has to find a different way to be "home."
Oh Maureen, you have captured much food for thought in a small space. And there is such lyricism in your writing.
The content itself causes my mind to go on a number of different paths. One of those paths brings me back to PD Eastman and how in my adult life I have found myself instead of asking “Are you my mother? Are you my mother? Are you my mother, “ asking, “Are you my people? Are you my people? Are you my people?”
I hear you gurl in this most recent experience. I am not amongst my people in this little enclave of country folk whose ways of thinking or back in the 1930s. It can be so disheartening
The diaspora over the centuries seems to make it trickier and trickier to find our heart&soul~family tribes. Thank the magic of the goddesses and technology that somehow we are still finding our heart & soul kin in little pockets of life‘s surprises, dear sister~friend.
Yes that’s the heart of it isn’t it - are you my people - and if I’m your heart you’re a bit of a nomad that ones people are a little bit of everywhere and no where 💫
I can tell.
"The road goes ever on and on . . . " from a Tolkien song. I think Joseph Campbell would agree with you: the hero returns changed from the journey, and has to find a different way to be "home."
Well said Jan and as a fellow wandering hobbit I know you know this terrain well 🙏🏻
Oh Maureen, you have captured much food for thought in a small space. And there is such lyricism in your writing.
The content itself causes my mind to go on a number of different paths. One of those paths brings me back to PD Eastman and how in my adult life I have found myself instead of asking “Are you my mother? Are you my mother? Are you my mother, “ asking, “Are you my people? Are you my people? Are you my people?”
I hear you gurl in this most recent experience. I am not amongst my people in this little enclave of country folk whose ways of thinking or back in the 1930s. It can be so disheartening
The diaspora over the centuries seems to make it trickier and trickier to find our heart&soul~family tribes. Thank the magic of the goddesses and technology that somehow we are still finding our heart & soul kin in little pockets of life‘s surprises, dear sister~friend.
Yes that’s the heart of it isn’t it - are you my people - and if I’m your heart you’re a bit of a nomad that ones people are a little bit of everywhere and no where 💫
🤭 💗 💞 💕