IN CALIFORNIA

I am away from even my temporary home now, visiting friends in California, who now have newer friends visiting them. All of this traveling and frantic socialization gets me musing on the meaning of home, or what "home" is and why it is so important. I miss so much of the feel of home, the connectedness, comfort, familiarity. My roots are in my little stone villa, roots dug deeply into the Sicilian soil, which my friend tells me is slowly drying up in a massive heat wave. I feel myself drying up too, so light finally that my spirit blows away.