“The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.” ~ Augustine of Hippo

I often think about traveling, moving. The destination, whether here or there, makes little difference. The reason is simple. This reason dwells upon wanting to move, to have motion; a motion of life.. an active involvement in the pursuit of a goal, a desire or a dream. This way is my own, one of a nomad, a soul that travels the Earth connecting with every step to every piece of ground it finds itself on. No matter where I find my feet, I am home. This is my sphere, and I am its traveler.

Many strive to connect with their surroundings. Some pay little attention where they dwell. Others are well aware of the harmony they feel in a special place. Why do we live where we live? What do you love, hold dear about where you live? What keeps you there? Many could not answer these simple questions. But the answers are simple. Our lands speak in a quiet voice, they hold our steps, allow us waters to drink and nourishment for our weary bodies. The land gives us life, and in return only hopes that we are kind travelers, treading lightly and only taking what is needed, never wasteful. We should be gracious and place a warm hand against the cold membrane of hard crust and smile. Then if we are so in tune to feel the joy that the world whispers back…We may hear it saying one simple thing… Thank you for traveling here.

We can be intrepid in life, traveling here, there. Living here, or there. But we must remain eternally aware of our surroundings. We must strive to make good our promise to the land. A promise as stewards, to care for the small bushes and the large rivers alike. These things are not here for our fancy, not placed purposely as scenery. They are a mirror to our own self, our minds and hearts; a reflection of creation, alive in and around us all.

On a quiet walk we can see the sphere of our lands, the wind parting the grass. In a quiet place we can feel the tremble of our feet upon the ground, the rumble of the Earth beneath our feet. In our hearts we can find the sphere of creation, and to think we somehow are set apart from this wonderful place is nothing more than arrogant. Man is nature, the spirit of the land dwells within the soul. We must care for our Earthly home, as it cares after us all.

No matter where we travel, our home is our place of peace. It should not be treated as a slovenly shanty. This home of ours should be decorated as a palace for kings, cleaned and washed for all to see its shimmering radiance. From miles away we need only stand still to see the simple beauty of our home. It’s a place of many dimensions, both eloquent and arrogant; simply beautiful.

We all must tread with great care on this sphere, under our blanket of stars. This space is our home, and decorated with wonders that many fail to ever see or realize. Take a look at your world and see what it truly is. As we look, we find how blessed we are to have this precious life.. to be a part of such majesty. This is our sphere.

All men walk the Earth, on these lands of life. As we do, we are never alone. Never separate from the spirit of all that is. How do we know this?…. All the stars in heaven shine upon men as they walk the Earth. For our ancient home truly follows us throughout our travels, throughout our lives; never failing, shining brightly to light and guide our hearts.