At home in the world
Here is my latest collage, “At Home in the World.” I am pretty sure it was inspired by the comment below from another walkabout woman, Tarri Lucier. She responded to my post “Home is where the heart is . . .” — where I talk about homesickness.
“Homesickness. For what? For that place within us that tells us we are home. Nothing ever remains the same, our environments are continually shifting, even if they appear to remain the same. But the inner home base becomes something we can rely on. ‘I am sitting here, a point of peace.’ You hold that space, and it becomes your center, your home. You can go stay with people and blend into their environment and be home, and then when it’s time, pack up your few belongings and move on.” Tarri Lucier
I never know what is going to emerge in my collages! I just start making them and see what they have to tell me.
I was glad this one was so happy looking.
My tree is one big playful pinwheel waving freely above ground. Below ground is the seat – my home base, my center, perhaps my place of peace from which my creativity emanates.
I will think about Tarri’s words and this collage whenever I feel homesick or have doubts about whether I have a home in the world.