And Still We Search

I'll be turning 68 this spring and still looking for a health-wealthy home. This feels remarkably like a younger traveler's game, with less capital-acquisition baggage and toxic furniture and uncooperative tools. Embarrassing for an ecotherapist to be so Earth-habitat unrooted. Not to indulge in self-shaming, yet my youngest son, dependent on EarthTribe to support him because of physical and verbal dysfunction, is especially threatened by Dad's disability to seek deep and wide root systems of more cooperative affiliation with natural and spiritual neighbors. My support system continues with good faith feedback that every competitive win/lose challenge represents opportunities to win/win learn and doing so keeps us feeling young, flexible, even springy, optimistic. I wonder how much older I would feel if I had never left my family farm birthplace in Michigan where this nomad epic wandering was first inspired to run into young adulthood on my own two strong legs and back and more orthodox egocentric mind. Now more imaginatively stimulated by heretical thoughts of a well-cushioned rocker next to a comforting timeless fire, surrounded by neighbors, people and birds, squirrels and rabbits, chipmunks and woodchucks, fox and shy coyotes, wild turkeys and horses and cattle, sheep and goats, mother trees and lilac bushes, a blue lake and a green alpine mountain, a shade speckled rocky river... And still I search for compassionate companions on this daily revolving journey through Earth's nutrition nurturing seasons active and dormant, light with rain and snow, sometimes feeling far too fast and sometimes anciently slow... And still we search, my son and I, for yet another right place to go.