I had denied the importance of roots for very long. To then understand that nothing can grow without solid roots 🌱
What did that mean in my case? Reconnecting with my family, spending most of the time in the city where I live (Berlin) during my sabbatical (while most people recommended to travel), going through my school diaries and pictures, getting back to teenager year passions (writing, sketching) and music, speaking my native language (Italian).
What a beautiful essay... still processing... reminds me of a passage from 'The Moon and Sixpence,' by Somerset Maugham:
'I HAVE AN IDEA THAT SOME MEN ARE BORN OUT OF THEIR due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous
streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.'
Thanks for writing this, Steven.
I had denied the importance of roots for very long. To then understand that nothing can grow without solid roots 🌱
What did that mean in my case? Reconnecting with my family, spending most of the time in the city where I live (Berlin) during my sabbatical (while most people recommended to travel), going through my school diaries and pictures, getting back to teenager year passions (writing, sketching) and music, speaking my native language (Italian).
I wish you all the best with your "new life"!
Poetic, honest, and full of candor. Thanks for sharing Steve!
What a beautiful essay... still processing... reminds me of a passage from 'The Moon and Sixpence,' by Somerset Maugham:
'I HAVE AN IDEA THAT SOME MEN ARE BORN OUT OF THEIR due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous
streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.'
Beautiful Steven
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Spectacular ❤️
My favorite piece from you so far. Loved reading it. Enjoy being home.
What a beautiful next chapter you’re heading into! I can feeeeel the nature through your writing and realize I could use some of that myself 🌲🌳☀️🐦
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Beautiful, Steve ❤️