By Geoffrey Gibbons.
Where is home? Ramblings of a rambler.
Empty nest, all alone. no one home.
Educated and trained all grown. City bound, nothing here. Eager they fly away, adventures await new places new people to meet, new countries and new lives.
Daisy weeps now old, now alone.
Children weep, no jobs to bring them home.
Reverse the Mega City trend. Reverse the translocation of the youth away from rural communities and their family’s. Create a better economic future in a Mega Culture.
Daisy is happy. Growing old with dignity, growing old with her family and community all around.
As I write this I am at odds having moved again, looking back at a community I have loved, now left behind. 18 months is such a short time to grow evolve into something new. To see people to see a community to be accepted, to feel at home. My uncles words resonate in my mind. Would you come, would you move. My answers was yes I would.
I had moved back to the community where my father was born. Tír na nÓg where the people are young even as they grow old.
I started off Daisy weeps. My grandmother I never asked was this true. I assume that in a way she did. But it is has become the norm. Children grow and move away to live there own lives.
I associate communities with families. Without families there is no continuation of communities.
Without families a community shrinks and dies.
We are living in a divide. Rural versus urban A divide in a style of life.
Daisy my grandmother, a beautiful kind woman living in the west of Ireland. She raised 3 girls and 6 boys all but one moved away, including my father. Communities of people slowly displaced around the world. Once thriving rural communities of 20 to 30 houses slowly been erased by time. Once fielding teams of eager energetic youths. Now fields where houses once stood. Only a few remain. Surrounded by holiday homes where family’s once lived.
The translocation of people, to cities, to man factories is in the past. Office blocks stand full, overflowing, congestion of roads, small spaces.
All this is in the past. Technology surpasses the need for centralized resources. Yet we are slow , companies hesitate to implement structures for home working. Investment in local hubs, regional hubs is slow only now beginning.
I have become a nomad or at least that is what I hear in whispered words. They won’t settle, won’t stay in one place never settling down. I listen thinking about choices that I have made. Family over profit. Family above endless travel. Endless corporations blindly following archaic thoughts of work life balance while shouting out about technical innovations but stuck in the past. I have worked, I have enjoyed the office life. But for us all a time comes when family needs come first. To turn off to become at odds with the norm. It has become common for companies to see families as an unwelcome hinderance to profit.
It is easy to hope, easy to move with expectations of success. It’s hard to create success get that remote job.
To live where your heart tells you you belong.
It is this that sees us move again. Once I moved from job to job, contract to contract. Living around the world. Leaving to make money or to go where I am told.
Are my roots shallow with no place of my own.
No they are strong, set deep into the cultural norms, honor bound to uphold the ingrained values imparted upon me by the communities I live in.
My mind links to similarities where ever I am. We all look for a community of like minded people to fill our need to belong.
Where is home?