The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
- Maya Angelou
Home is at the core of our being although we think it is something we will find "out there".
We walk for most of our lives around the perimeter but at some point some of us stop walking around in circles and turn inward. It is like a light has gone off and we know that everything we have been seeking "out there" has been "in here" all the time...at the center of who we really are.
For me, and perhaps other contemplative photographers, our images become a kind of road map...sign posts along the way. We don't need to know the way, we will be guided. We try to refrain from asking, "Are we almost there?" like anxious children in the backseat of the car. We know we will get there when it is time. In the meantime, we will stop and read the signs. We will even allow ourselves to take a detour from time to time. It is all apart of the journey home...