tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33918796.post615570631470092385..comments2023-08-14T07:01:47.998-06:00Comments on Ms. M'z Pages: Home firesMs Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07960193596384417988noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33918796.post-50967517001765958842007-06-02T23:26:00.000-06:002007-06-02T23:26:00.000-06:00"The journey itself is home" wrote the haiku maste..."The journey itself is home" wrote the haiku master Basho 4 centuries ago. At first hearing that seemed a harsh reality close to constant exile, but perhaps it need not be so. As the earth turns, "wherever I hang my hat is home," home is more than any fixed locale, it is where mind & heart find satisfying pause momentarily, like stopping by a clear spring on a smoking day and discovering what might feel at touch to be a lava pool is a cooling mirror.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com