You know... when I read my last posting a few days ago.. I was feeling pretty lame... I thought my signing of the littlest hobo as I left Inuvik was just juvenile and dumb.

But after leaving Dawson City yesterday I feel quite differently. You see as I was driving away last night and Forbes was asking questions on camera.. I was crying. Crying because of fact that I was feeling like I was leaving home once again.. crying because I was leaving so much love behind, and crying because of so much that's been going on in my head lately.. things that I have to face down the road, and crying because... life is beautiful. Although I have left Dawson, I have a home there... I actually have two homes. These are homes that will always be open for me to stay in.. these are homes where my heart is... and most importantly these are homes that are filled with people I love.

The rest of The Littlest Hobo theme song goes as follows..

"Maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down, until tomorrow, the whole world is my home."

This is what gets me.. this feeling that the whole world is my home.. this feeling that if we all put our minds to it, we could open up the world and create a beautiful and open place, where everyone has a home, where everyone is welcome and where all our needs our met. It's about community I guess, and the willingness to open ones doors, not only the doors to our physical homes, but the doors to our spirits, the doors to our hearts and the doors to the solutions that lay in waiting. A better world is possible.

I have some other blogs that are waiting in draft form.. blogs about the dempster, blogs about bugs, blogs about solitude and blogs about tv interviews.. but right now... this blog is the only one that matters to me.. and it's unedited and pretty raw.. but I don't care... it captures the fact that I'm in love with world.. and that I'm torn between feeling both happy and sad... Happy that that whole world IS my home.. and sad that, for now, I have to keep moving on.

peace,
d