Comments on: Coming Home

By: Sheri

Sheri — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 04:09:32 +0000

Hi Mark!

Great to here that you all have landed! What a great read your blog was for me. It has sure started me to questioning myself…..and almost envious of you all to just pick up and move. I have had a stirring in my soul to move….and have tried a couple of times…but always come back here to be with my Mom till she passes on. I do know that where I am at is not “it”, but really don’t know where my heart and soul belong. Any suggestions on how to know? This might be a conversation for us to have. Let me know.

By: ScottyManzo

ScottyManzo — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 00:45:03 +0000

Mark Thank You.

Coming Home is just what I needed this morning.

And I thank everyone else that responded to this.

You Rock.

Scotty.

By: Fred Black

Fred Black — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 18:49:17 +0000

Mark;
I don’t think it’s just location, it’s all the “contracts” you mention (relationships, jobs, etc.). And I love your line about selling your soul one piece at a time… kind of like a lobster in a pot; we don’t realize how cooked we are until it’s too late… Something about this whole conversation reminds me of the movie “The Electric Horseman” from 1979…

By: Margaret

Margaret — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 18:45:11 +0000

Wow, Mark, this was beautiful and compelling to read. Nicely done! Totally dig what you are doing! xo Margaret

By: Thomas

Thomas — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 17:02:56 +0000

Hey Mark I don’t know that the place I envision even exsists. A place thats not been chopped up and spoiled by the hand of humanity. Yes I’m big into nature and the energy it creates in the most simplistic way.

By: Chuck Davis

Chuck Davis — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 06:57:49 +0000

In 1989 I move back to Vancouver Island. Before long I found that missing in my soul that you are talking about and descended into smoking something to keep me going day by day. I sold myself to the high, which when you do so many isn’t really but on you trudge. For me, it wasn’t just that life looked and felt crappy, I couldn’t handle it when it was too good also. I just wanted it to be one thing and then someohow I felt I could deal with it or escape from it, until of course it all came crashing down around my head and I moved…..to the city. Vancouver, lights, excitement, energy and eventually people who thought like I did, well at least they said they did. They had a basic spirituality, or they said they did. They believed in postive energy and through them I grew and learned, was coached and mentored, until life took me on. Now, I still live near the city, in the burbs, a new wife, a new son, a new life, but the feeling of belonging still eludes. And so I search, wanting something simpler but building something even more complicated hoping again that it will be the means to the end I search for; all the time wondering where the dash is disappearing to, the dash which is life and eventaully will define my life Born 1959 – Died 2***. I am giving up, selling out a simple life where I could grow food so tasty and pure, where the water is clean and exhillarating, where moments spent outside with my son throwing rocks in a river or making forts in the woods would turn into a lifetime of memories for him, for us. I am giving up feeling truly in touch with spirit for as you have discover Mark, when one gets close to the mother, to the earth, on gets close to their true nature, to the spirit they truly are. I am giving this up in the illusion that I have to stay, for work, for soemthing that if you really asked me what it is, I couldn’t tell you, but I know it is grounded in fear. The fear that if we just up and left it would all fall apart and we would have nothing and at least this something is something we have and fear drives me to hold on. Wow, thanks for letting me share, this felt cathartic to say the least.

By: Marcia

Marcia — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 04:55:37 +0000

Hi Mark,
So happy to hear your family moved to Mt. Shasta!Howdy neighbor!
More importantly you followed your heart in a big way .I think there is
something in moving to a new place physically helps us let go of
what is not serving our highest good any more.

Yey to new adventures,Marcia

By: Mr Twenty Twenty

Mr Twenty Twenty — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 02:05:27 +0000

Hi Mark,

I love where you are sharing from. Not only have you moved on the outside to where you need to be to fully live, you are living fully from a place on the inside that will truly rock the world.

Hugs and love to you and yours Mark,

Twenty Twenty

By: Vicki

Vicki — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 00:07:16 +0000

Good Stuff Mark. Definitely stirred some things up inside me.

By: Ed Valderrama

Ed Valderrama — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 22:47:51 +0000

Forgive my double dipping. As a dedicated contrarian, I want to present a different take on your idea of finding the ideal place to live in. As a kid, I commuted between my parents in Mexico and my grandparents in Florida. This entailed not only a change of scenery, but two sets of relatives and friends. After a while in either place I would become restless and want to go back to the other. As I spent most of the time with my grandparents in Florida, I only remember two pieces of advice from my father. One was after telling him of how I argued in favor of Beethoven being the greatest musician with my high school band mates in Florida. He said: “You kids can argue all you want over Beethoven Tchaikovsky and Brahms, but Bach is the daddy of all musicians.” About fifty years later I chanced to eat at the same restaurant table as one of his ex pupils. He still remembered my father telling him: “Bach is the Holy Ghost of music.” I got a kick out of how he used a common down to earth phrase with me and a high falutin’ one with his pupil. The other piece of advice referred to my constant dissatisfaction with wherever I lived. “Happiness,” he told me, “does not originate in the outside world, it comes from within.” I’ll admit it took me many years for me to accept the idea, and tend to agree with you in that I would almost certainly feel happier if I lived where you do.