…and so it happened that one with roots as deep as the wild fig, pulled free and soared up and on towards the seven seas. Others in the grove held tight, whispering farewell in fading light. – Unknown
As I was walking this morning, I came across patch of weeds that, against all odds, took root in a dry and barren soil. I once read that weeds were simply flowers growing where they were not wanted. Looking at the brilliant blue of the flower thrown by the chicory plants along the river walk, its absence from modern gardens is as hard to explain as its legend is easy to tell. In one such story, a beautiful maiden refused the advances of the sun and was turned into a chicory flower that had to stare at the sun each day and always faded in the presence of its might. Fortunately, the morning here was overcast, and I was able to capture the brilliance of the flower before it began to fade. I snipped one and carried it with me to the meeting that had me out at such an early hour of the day. I arrived a bit early and watched the group expand as members arrived. It made me smile, because like the chicory, no one in the group was native to this area. We have all pulled free and landed here to rest before continuing on to the sea.
We are a caring group who share a passion for words. I must be careful now, lest I be misunderstood and suddenly find I am a corpse in someone’s latest draft. Before that happens, I must tell you that the consequences of our nomadic behavior have been studied and the mental and emotional consequences of our residential mobility has led to some interesting findings. Shigehiro Oishi, a psychological scientist, believes that mobility shapes our identity, friendships and even our happiness. He used college students to study the impact mobility has on character and personality development. His sample was divided into two groups based on how often they moved around. He first explored how they felt about themselves.
The itinerant group used personal traits to describe themselves, while those from more rooted backgrounds defined themselves in terms of group affiliations. The more mobile students were not joiners and as a result they did not have a high sense of community identity. On the plus side, he found they made friends more easily, but their “duty-free” relationships were based on shared interests and personality, rather than group membership. He, however, concluded their friendships lacked the deep sense of social obligation that characterized those of the more stable group. He went on to study which group was happier. The results were mixed. While those who moved often felt they had more interesting lives and were more satisfied with their interpersonal relationships, they had more health issues than the less mobile group. It was surmised that the novelty of new experiences led to underestimating consequences that social disruption might have on their lives. So what does it all mean? Does it matter at all?
I tend to think it has little impact on our lives. Nature, abetted by circumstance, has made some of us gypsies. Some of the happiest people I know take to the road and make homes wherever they may be. I’ve also had the opportunity to meet people who have never left the towns in which they were born. They, too, are quite happy. We humans are remarkably adaptive creatures, and whether we sow or soar, I don’t think place is a huge contributor to our happiness. It helps explain our expectations and habits, but I don’t think it defines us. Some of us move on and some of us don’t. Some plant grape vines that will endure for generations, others sow wild flowers each spring, secure in the knowledge the wind will carry their seeds where they are meant to be. For me, home is the continuum of the people I have met. It is not a place. It is a feeling. Harun Yahya posed a thought I’d like to share with you. “I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.” On reflection, my answer is the only things that are truly important to me can be taken by the hand or put in the back seat of an automobile. I’ve taken to the road. How about you?
Very relevant to my life, thanks
As i get older, I find that I yearn to pick up and go, lighten my load of all the things I’ve accumulated over the years and see more of the world. I still have close ties to family, but as my children get more established in ‘their worlds’, I have an increasing sense of freedom to soar off on new adventures.
I find that I have more of an urge to soar these days. The kids have ‘grown and flown’ and I am ready to lighten my load of things, pack up the bare necessities, and head out to see and do new things. It’s quite liberating, actually !
Thanks, Mary. I am my 25th house and I’ve lived in the last one twice! I think I like the road.
I don’t remember passwords therefore can’t log in. Loved the circularity of this writing and the honoring of a favorite flower as a commentary on some of our lives. Thank you.
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I’m a gypsy, always have been. But you already know that!