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Home, Time, Traveling

Walking on the earth

calling each step home

I look to the new horizon

welcoming me with open arms

feeling no difference

between leaving and returning


Lately, my ideas have been connected to the ground I walk upon. Through traveling to different locations, this ground becomes a path. This past year I have challenged my idea of 'home' by leaving my familiar grounds of three years behind in order to pursue a nomadic lifestyle. We think of and dwell upon leaving home – creating a separation between the place we call our own and the place that is unfamiliar. I find a connection between this way we speak of home and the way we refer to time – primarily in our habit of using invented scientific measures to distinguish between one moment and the next, one place and the next. Time flows unobstructed, like water in a river – not like the ticking of a clock where the past, after becoming the present, waits to become the future. In the same way, I question our perception of familiar space. Can we ever really leave a place? It seems that, regardless of how far we travel from home, we are only expanding the outskirts of that familiar ground. With this, home becomes much bigger than we think.

Mitch Iburg