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.

Young New Yorkers say they’re fleeing the city — Why? High taxes, low opportunities
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me
Had enough yet? Ready to quit pretending politics changes things?
How terrified would your child self have been of your current adult life?
When governments keep secrets, you’re probably being lied to
Words I wrote as idealistic teen suggest I’m still the same inside
In cold and dehumanized culture, many yearn to feel human again
If you want to honor military dead, stop supporting unnecessary wars
I’m waiting for life to begin, but I’m feeling lost and alone tonight