[T. of "As Long as I'm Singing" a rock n' roller with a good sense of humor who embraces his faith recently confessed he talks to his blog. It was a great relief to me that I was not the only one! T. asks "Would your life be any different, fundamentally, if you were the opposite sex of the one you are now?"]
As I look at the dishes in the kitchen, the garden that needs tending, and the laundry piled in the basement. I sit and attempt to focus on my computer screen as two little widgets run about around the table, “Mom! Can we have a snack!”
I reflect back, think of my early twenties, and retreat to my shelf examining the beat – up copy of Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac. As I gaze at the cover I dream I was traveling the open road with my knap sack never knowing the adventure that rambled around the corner.
Now that was the life and that was a man. If I was a man Dharma Bums would have been my bible. I would be the man without responsibility traveling down the unknown road.
I would rely only on my knapsack, a journal, and life free of responsibility. My quest to search for meaning, listening to jazz, and meeting a motley crew of characters along the way.
However, as a woman the freedom to hitchhike or hop a train eludes me. The freedom of living the life carefree without concern of security, roaming the earth, and enjoying the fine mountain grass evades my presence.
It is the now that I look at the messy house, the weedy garden, and look to my children. I have a home full of warmth and love. It is this security that surrounds me with a warm blanket.
It might not be the freedom of the open road but it keeps me grounded. It is by staying grounded I learn that life is about how you live it and embrace it. The open road will always be there to roam, characters will come and go, but to me there truly is no place like home.
Do you long for the open road? Or do believe there is no place like home?