Today, I am travelling from my little forest hermitage in the depths of Alentejo, Portugal, to Menorca, Islas Baleares, Spain, where I will take up hermitage, living in service as the shepherd of a small flock of sheep, for 6 months. I know little more than this. I am open, and even as I step onto the plane, I am home. Wherever I am, I am home.
Not only because I maintain no fixed base. Not because I live a nomadic life, like Zen monks, poets and wanderers of days gone by.
Because I find home in the very heart of my being. Nowhere can be away from this place.
Whether you travel or not, you too can find this place I call home.
words : Bhagavati image : Dustin Heerkens