I’m Home

A Deer I spotted at the bottom of my back yard

“Well, I said, isn’t nice to be home again?

Isn’t it nice just to be back home?” — James Taylor

I have been traveling quite a bit in recent months, which I really love to do — but the best part of each trip is coming back home. I appreciate being home so much more, after I have been traveling.

Somehow, the traveling satisfies my rambling soul, satiates my desire to be moving around, seeing things from other perspectives, interacting with folks from many different walks of life. But there is a homebody in me that loves to come back to the womb of home to digest it all, let it gestate into the fibers of my being, and step into how these travels, these people I have met, these landscapes I have taken in, have changed me, and helped me to become who I now am.

A back yard shot — from a couple years ago

I am ever-changing, in some regards, while there is a core of me that is unchangeable, solid, that I need to allow to breathe and be, and this is where that aspect of me resides.

It’s almost like it lets the rambler go out to ramble about, but is waiting right here upon my return, for me to tell all about my travels and what I have learned out there.

“Oh where have you been my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been, my darling young one?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways”

- Bob Dylan, “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”

I quote these lyrics, not because I am feeling the gloomy message of the song, because I’m not — despite much of what we see and hear all over the media and social media, and elsewhere, I am not feeling gloom and doom, nor am I predicting or expecting it. Not at all — not even close.

No, I am feeling so much more hopeful than that. I am still seeing all of this as the last gasp of the forces, in this country and in the world at large, which became freaked out by how much progress we were making, here and globally, on many fronts, of heightened awareness and people coming together for the good of the planet, and the universe. So, what we are now experiencing is simply the last gasp of those selfish, fearful forces, making their final grasp at control, before it all slips away from their grasp, and we move into the new world order of peace and harmony and universal togetherness.

Blake Richard Verdoom, Unsplash.com

That’s what I see. Call me a dreamer. I think it’s real, what I see and what I feel. I sit back in bemusement and think, “Go on — get it all out of your system. We will all look back on this, in the not too distant future, and say, ‘did we really let that shit freak us out? What were we thinking? Did we really give all that ridiculousness the power that we did?’ And then we’ll laugh, look around at the new, and shake our heads, saying, ‘What the hell were we thinking?’”

That is what I think. How about you?

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Hawkeye Pete Egan B.

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Connecting the dots. Storytelling helps me to make sense of this world, and of my life. I love writing and reading. Writing is like breathing, for me.

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