As much as I love to travel, I do still love coming home. We all know where we belong and I think whether we are frogs who are happy on a lily pad, bears in a forest or humans in their particular milieu, home really is where the heart is. As soon as I touched down on Canadian soil, I felt a peace settle in. It’s different than the excitement that bubbles up when I land on foreign soil. I still have a few hours to go but I will be sleeping in my own bed tonight.
Unfortunately, because of the delay, I will be missing voting in the first provincial election of my life. I take my rights seriously and I like to exercise my right to vote. Having traveled around the world to places where voting has not been an option for all people had taught me the value of what I should not take for granted. By the time I arrive home, the news of who will be the leader of the province should be breaking.
As much as I travel and appreciate this world, I know that I belong elsewhere and I thought of that today while in transition. I will be heading Home at some point and that has a comfortable feeling to it. For now, I will concentrate on sleeping in my own bed with news of perhaps a different government at the helm.
Where is home to you?
What has traveling taught you about home?
Creator, you filled us with a longing for Home. May we be ever grateful for home here as we remain open to all that you show us in life. Amen.