This abstract collage painting…inspired by a feeling of what it is to come home. I shelter at home now. And my home is also inside of me. I leave home, walk a path in the world. There is a sense of the path unfolding as I take the next step. Walking into what isn’t known. I go so far and then, I turn around and return home.
Home is a word that evokes strong feelings for many of us. The home of my childhood, the home of my body, the house or dwelling where I live now. The home of my community, the home of my state, the country…the neighboring countries, the earth, in this galaxy, universe. Home is both provincial and expansive.
I crafted and facilitated a creative writing workshop on homecoming in order to deeply explore this theme.
One story goes that Winnie the Pooh was lost in the woods with Piglet and Rabbit. They wandered in circles for quite some time. Rabbit got impatient and left Winnie the Pooh and Piglet to find their own way home. Winnie the Pooh had a north star sort of experience. He heard his twelve honey pots calling him…when things got very quiet (rabbit’s incessant talk had ceased), Pooh heard the calling and followed it home to the sweetness in his cupboards.
We’re in a state of suspension with sheltering at home. There are times we experience anxiety, stress, frustration, impatience. There are many levels of coming home. How do you bring yourself to a deeper level of homecoming (the home within) when you are compelled by challenging thoughts and uncomfortable feelings?
Clarissa Pinkola Estes says that returning home “is not necessarily an overland and arduous journey.“ Some ways of going home are mundane, some are divine. She cites a few examples “…Rereading passages of books and single poems that have touched (you). Spending even a few minutes near a river, a stream, a creek. Lying on the ground in dappled light. Being with a loved one…Sitting on the porch shelling something, knitting something, peeling something. Walking or driving for an hour, any direction, then returning. Getting on a bus, destination unknown…”
What are five things that call you home or return you to your center when you are lost in the woods?