I have always envied people with familial roots–People who have lived in the same house or farm or town for generations, people with relatives right down the street, people with family plots in the local graveyard. Roots imply stability and history and solid foundations that the rest of us, of a more nomadic bent, simply do not have.
As much as I love to travel, experience different cultures, take in varied vistas, and eat new foods, there is something very comforting about coming home after a long trip to sleep in one’s own bed. Home sweet home. I can only imagine that this feeling is compounded when everything and everyone around your home place has been there your entire life.
As people become more uprooted and relocate for work and families become more scattered, it is important to make extra efforts to preserve your connections. Wherever you may find yourself, you can always maintain ties by taking the time to observe traditions.
Traditions are intertwined with roots. Whether they are cultural or religious or simply something one’s family has always done, even if the reasons for these traditions have been lost over the years, these rituals help form a solid connection between you and the place that is at your very core. Traditions can be transported to new locations, and often take on increased significance with distance.
So light a candle, do a dance, cook a meal, or say a prayer. Carry your home within you.
Xavier Cortada http://www.cortada.com
“Carry your home within you”. I Love that.
Thanks. 🙂
Sometimes your home can become stifiling… run, breath free, shake it loose and then return to add freshness and life back into your home.
Yes, that’s why I love to travel so much.
I love going back to the house I was a baby in. I loved this post.
Awwww, thank you. My sister took me back to my childhood home a few years ago. It was so much smaller than I remembered.
I also am envious of people who have a family home going back generations… or in Europe, millenium.
We moved from CT to FL when I was 10, so I couldn’t even pick most of my cousins out of a lineup, let alone have any sense of permanence in terms of a living situation. But I’m told that the part of the family that stayed in Europe has owned the same hotel for a couple hundred years. That must be cool.
That is cool.