Thomas Wolfe said, “You can’t go home again”. Thomas Wolfe was wrong. You can go home. In fact, I believe it would do us all immeasurable good if we went home and stayed there. Part of that ‘good’ is determining where home is.
Oaky was my horse, and I kept him on three acres on Woodbourne Road in Langhorne. That is home to me, the place where I connected with the Universe. For five years, through all the seasons, I spent quiet time cleaning stalls, feeding and grooming, and then swinging up on his back and heading out for a ride.
It was sometime in 1974 when I left that place and I went back some twenty years later. Standing in the driveway I could feel the excitement that comes over you when you are quietly anticipating pure joy. The smells of the old grape vines, tall grasses and dusty barn all entered and enveloped me. Something shifted and I was aware that I was home. I was in the safest place in the Universe, completely protected and perfect. From here I could accept anything and love everyone. This was familiar, and this is where I wanted to be. This was Oakyville and my mission was to find a way to go there as much as possible. It was pretty clear that all I had to do was keep this experience in my consciousness and I could get back there. I could stay there. And that is why Thomas Wolfe was wrong… I went home, I am home. And it feels fabulous. Tell me, where is your home?