It was the blue of the sky that suddenly grabbed my attention. Then it was the various shades of green in the trees around me. I was taking a walk in my neighborhood Wednesday afternoon when the beauty around me hit me so hard that it almost hurt my heart to feel it all.
For this moment in time, I couldn’t imagine being in any place on earth more beautiful. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than the stunning colors and shades and smells of my surroundings. It wasn’t just beauty, though. It was an emotional feeling that welled up inside.
It was about being in the place called home.
I don’t understand nationalism or patriotism anymore. George Bernard Shaw said, “Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it….” I don’t have any particular argument at the moment with those who feel differently. I’m just saying that I’ve come to a point in life when I don’t feel connected to a country or a government. But I understand what it means to love the land you call home.

If we keep waiting for perfection, we’ll always keep traveling alone
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
I’m horrified that it’s become so difficult for me to finish a book
There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
Real-life ‘ghost story’: The tale of a house that didn’t want me there
Despite advantages to digital books, there’s still nothing like ‘real’ books
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
Biases teach us what to expect, but we often turn out to be wrong
More dependence ahead now that half of households get U.S. checks