"It is from his home that the owner's character may be surmised."
- Gusa Porter, 'The Miscellany of a Japanese Priest'
So what do our homes say of us? Look around you, take it all in. Think about it, meditate on it.
Currently, I have no home of my 'own'. Yet I have a home. Right now, my home is an Italian house, in the semi-rural outer suburbs of Rome. This will be my home for the next four weeks. I don't own it, I don't rent it, but I live here. To live here is a state of mind, a way of being. After this, home will be a small apartment in the city of Rome, where I will dwell for a couple of weeks, becoming a Roman. In spirit. After that? A little French cottage in the Charente for the Winter will become home.
What does my home say about me? It says that I am a traveller, without deep roots, borrowing home after home, as I plant my temporary roots in the shifting sands of my nomadic life.
Just published: 'The home and it's master.' My weekly post on my Sanctuari.es blog.