I thought, for the longest time, that home was a place you go.

I scoured the earth for it, overturning cities, countries, people, careers, lovers, friendships, art, science, magic, becoming more frantic, my nervous system more frenetic, as my search continued - a whirling dervish, a carousel, a fallen leaf at mercy of the the autumn breeze.

No. I found stillness not because I sought it, rather because there was nothing left to give, absolutely nothing at all.

And the answer, to that mystery of the universe? Home is not a place you go. Home is something you do. Yes. But no. Go deeper.

Home is a way to be.