I’m almost fifty-six years of age and am about to move into the first house I have chosen to live in. I am grateful. The task is now to turn it into a home.
This got me thinking about how I really have many homes.
I have a home in the universe.
Physicist David Bohm spoke about how we belong here: “Wholeness is built into the universe – there is no hierarchy.”*
I have a home in the lives of others.
I have been a stranger and others have taken me into their lives.
I am at home in my own life.
John O’Donohue offers, ‘The body is your only home in the universe. It’s your house of belonging here in the world.’**
If we dream of something more perfect we miss how this one, short life is the only opportunity we have to be at home.
Italo Calvino tells of how the fictional city of Fedora exists in a museum. In each room there is a crystal globe containing someone’s dream of Fedora: ‘ a way of making it the ideal city, but while he constructed his miniature world, Fedora was no longer the same as before.’^