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What do you come from?
It's such a simple question.
But these days, of course, simple questions bring ever more complicated answers.
People are always asking me where I come from, and they're expecting me to say India.
And they're absolutely right in so far as 100% of my blood on ancestry does come from India.
Except I've never lived one day of my life there.
I can't speak even one word of its more than 22,000 dialect.
So I don't think I've really earned the right to call myself an Indian.
And if where do you come from?
Means where were you born and raised and educated?
Then I'm entirely of that funny little country known as England, except I left England as soon as I completed my undergraduate education on all the time I was growing up, I was the only kid in all my classes but didn't begin to look like the classic English heroes represented in our textbooks.
And if where do you come from?
Means when you pay your taxes, where do you see your doctor and your dentist?
Then?
I'm very much off the United States, and I have been for 48 years now, since I was a really small child.
Except for many of those years I've had to carry around this funny little pink card with green lines running through my face, identifying me as a permanent alien.
I do actually feel more alien the longer I live there.
And if where do you come from?
Means which place goes deepest inside you.
And where do you try to spend most of your time?
Then I'm Japanese because I've been living as much as I can for the last 25 years in Japan.
Except all of those years I've been there on a tourist visa, and I'm fairly sure not many Japanese would want to consider me one of them.
And I say all this just the stress, how very old fashioned and straightforward my background is because when I go to Hong Kong, Sydney or Vancouver, most of the kids I meet a much more international on multi culture than I am, and they have one home associated with their parents, but another associated with their partners.
1/3 connected, maybe with a place where they happen to be 1/4 connected with the place they dream of being and many more besides, and their whole life will be spent taking pieces of many different places, and putting them together into a stained glass hole home for them is really a work in progress.
It's like a project on which they're constantly adding upgrades and improvements and corrections, and for more and more of us, home has really less to do with a piece of soil.
Then you could say with a piece of soul, if somebody suddenly asked me, Where's your home?
I think about my sweetheart or my closest friends, or the songs that travel with me wherever I happen to be.
And I always felt this way.
But it really came home to me as it were some years ago when I was climbing up the stairs in my parents house in California and I looked through the living room windows and I saw that we were encircled by 70 foot flames.
One of those wildfires regularly tear through the hills of California and many other such places, and three hours later, that far had reduced my home and every last thing in it, except for me toe ash.
And when I woke up the next morning I was sleeping on a friend's floor.
The only thing I had in the world was a toothbrush, and I just bought from an all night supermarket.
Of course, if anybody asked me, then where is your home?
I literally couldn't 0.20 physical construction.
My home would have to be whatever I carried around inside me and in so many ways, I think this is a terrific liberation, because when my grand parents were born, they pretty much had their sense of home, the sense of community, even their sense of enmity, assigned to them at birth and didn't have much chance of stepping outside of that.
And nowadays, at least some of us can choose our sense of home, create our sense of community fashion, a sense of self and in so doing, maybe step a little beyond some of the black and white divisions of our grandparent's age.
No coincidence that the president of the strongest nation on earth is half Kenyan.
Partly raised in Indonesia has a Chinese Canadian brother in law.
The number of people living in countries not their own, now comes to 220 million and that's an almost unimaginable number.
But it means that if you took the whole population of Canada and the whole population of Australia and then the whole population, Australia again and the whole population of Canada again and doubled that number, he would still have fewer people than belong to this great floating tribe on the number of us who live outside the old nation state categories is increasing so quickly by 64 million just in the last 12 years that soon there will be more of us than there are Americans.
Already, we represent the fifth largest nation on Earth and in fact, in Canada's largest city, Toronto.
The average resident today is what used to be called a foreigner, somebody born in a very different country.
And I've always felt that the beauty of being surrounded by the foreign is that it slaps you awake.
You can't take anything for granted.
Travel for me is a little bit like being in love, because suddenly all your senses, with the setting marked on suddenly you're alerts to the secret patterns of the world.
The rial voyage of discovery is Marcel, Proust, famously said, consists not in seeing new sights, but in looking with new eyes.
And, of course, once you have new eyes, even the old sites, even your home, become something different.
Many of the people living in countries, not their own, are refugees who never wanted to leave home and take to go back home.
But for the fortunate among us, I think the age of movement beings exhilarating new possibilities.
Certainly when I'm traveling, especially to the major cities of the world, the typical person I meet today will be, let's say, 1/2 Korean, half German young woman living in Paris.
And as soon as she meets 1/2 Thai, half Canadian young guy from Edinburgh, she recognizes him as Kim.
She realizes that she probably has much more in common with him than with anybody entirely of Korea or entirely of Germany.
So they become friends.
They fall in love.
They moved to New York City and on the little girl who arises out of their union will, of course, be not Korean or German or French or tie or scotch, your Canadian or even American, but a wonderful and constantly evolving mix of all those places and potentially everything about the way that young woman dreams about the world, writes about the world, thinks about the world could be something different because it comes out of this almost unprecedented blend of cultures.
Where you come from now is much less important than where you're going.
More and more of us, a rooted in the future or the present tense as much as in the past.
And home, we know, is not just the place where you happen to be born.
It's the place where you become yourself.
And yet there is one great problem with movement, and that is that it's really hard to get your bearings when you're in midair.
Some years ago, I noticed that I had accumulated one million miles on United Airlines alone.
You all know that crazy system six days in hell.
You get the seventh day free and and I began to think that really movement was only as good as the sense of stillness that you could bring to it, to put it into perspective.
And eight months after my house burned down, I ran into a friend who taught at the local high school, and he said, I've got the perfect place view, really I said, I'm always a bit skeptical when people say things like that.
No, honestly, he went on, It's It's only three hours away by car, and it's not very expensive, and it's probably not like anywhere you stayed before.
I was beginning to get slightly intrigued.
What is it?
Well, here, my friend hemmed and hawed.
Well, actually, it's a Catholic Hermitage.
This was the wrong answer.
I had spent 15 years in Anglican school, so I had had enough hymnals and crosses to last me a lifetime.
Several lifetimes, actually.
But my friend assured me that he wasn't Catholic, nor were most of his students.
But he took his classes there every spring.
And as he had it, even the most restless, distractible, testosterone addled 15 year old Californian boy only had to spend three days in silence and something in him cool down and cleared out.
He found himself and I thought, anything that works for 15 year old boy or to work for me.
So I got in my car and I drove three hours north along the cursed and the roads grew emptier when narrower.
And then I turned onto an even narrower path, barely paved that snaked for two miles up to the top of a mountain.
And when I got out of my car, the air was pulsing.
The whole place was absolutely silence, but the silence wasn't an absence of noise.
It was really the presence of a kind of energy or quickening that my feet was the great still blue plate of the Pacific Ocean.
All around me were 800 acres of wild, dry brush, and I went down to the room in which I was to be sleeping small but eminently comfortable.
It had a bed and a rocking chair and a long desk and even longer picture windows looking out on the small, private walled garden and then 1200 feet of golden pampas grass running down to the sea.
And I sat down and I began to write and write and write, even though I had gone there, really, to get away from my desk.
And by the time I got up, four hours have passed.
Night had fallen and I went out under this great overturned salt shaker of stars, and I could see the tail lights of cars disappearing around the headlands 12 miles to the South, and it really seemed like my concerns of the previous day vanishing.
And the next day, when I woke up in the absence of telephones and TVs and laptops, the day seemed to stretch for 1000 hours.
It was really all the freedom.
I know when I'm traveling, but it also profoundly felt like coming home.
And I'm not a religious person, so I didn't go to the services.
I didn't consult the monks for guidance.
I just took walks along the monastery road and sent postcards to loved ones.
I looked at the clouds, and I did what is hardest of all for me to do, usually, which is nothing at all.
And I started to go back to this place, and I noticed that I was doing my most important work there invisibly just by sitting still and certainly coming to my most critical decisions the way I never could.
When I was racing from the last email to the next appointment and I began to think that something in me had really been crying out for stillness.
But of course I couldn't hear it because I was running around so much.
I was like some crazy guy who puts on a blindfold and then complains that he can't see a thing.
And I thought back to that wonderful phrase I had learned as a boy from Seneca in which he says, that man is poor, not who has little, but who hankers after more.
And of course, I'm not suggesting that anybody here go to a monastery.
That's not the point.
But I do think it's only by stopping movement that you can see where to go.
And it's only by stepping out of your life and the world that you can see what you must deeply care about and find a home.
And I've noticed so many people now take conscious measures to sit quietly for 30 minutes every morning, just collecting themselves in one corner of the room without their devices or go running every evening or leave their cell phones behind when they go to have a long conversation with a friend.
Movement is a fantastic privilege, and it allows us to do so much that our grandparent's could never have dreamed of doing.
But movement ultimately only has a meaning if you have a home to go back to and home in the end is of course not just the place where you sleep.
It's the place where you stand.
Thank you.
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