Home is Wherever we Are

“Bloom wherever you are planted”

I once saw that quote on a wall hanging and I have taken it on as my own. Wherever I have gone, whoever I have been with, I’ve always tried to make the best of what I had right then and there. It’s a good mantra to live by, I think. It keeps me grounded.

But what to do, when the yearning for something you can’t have hits? Is there another wall hanging somewhere with something profound written on it to cure the green monster blues? Or is this one of those things that we just submit to and hope it abates? But what if you don’t want it to abate and your wanderlust is triggered and all you want to do is go? Go anywhere but where you are? What do you then?

HOME by Jack Johnson

I’ve got to get home there’s a garden to tend.
There’s fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back
Into my attic with whistling static
When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again.

Well I can’t believe that my lime tree is dead.
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed
And I would be too.
I need food in my belly and hope that my time isn’t soon.

And so I’ll try to understand what I can’t hold in my hands
And wherever we are home is there too.
And if you could try to find it too ’cause this place is overgrowing
to whacks and gloom
Home is wherever we are if there’s nothing too.

In the back of house is trail that won’t end.
We’ve been walking so far that it grew back in
There’s no trail at all only grass growing tall
And I’ll get out my machete and battle with time once again,
But I’m bound to lose ’cause I’ll be damned if time don’t win.

I got to get home there’s a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruit bear Eden
Begin their own family trees, teach them thank you and please
As they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins.

And so I’ll try to understand what I can’t hold in my hand
And whatever I find, I’ll find my way back to you.
And if you could try to find it too ’cause this place is overgrowing
to whacks and gloom.
Home is wherever we are if there’s nothing too

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