Where is My Heart? Where is my Home?
My physical heart, the one that beats in my chest and courses blood throughout my body, happens to be hanging out with the rest of me, here in Chatsworth, not to far from where I grew up.
The people closest to my metaphorical heart are mostly in Atlanta, although there a few here in Los Angeles.
But my heart resides in neither of those cities, it merely visits.
I am most at home traveling, although I do like having a home to come back to. I always told Cindy I dreamed of being semi-nomadic.
Being a solitary nomad is hard.
I've had homes before. One's I've owned, others that I've rented, others that were provided for me by whatever production my wife or I were working on.
I don't have a home now; just a place where some of my stuff is and where I sleep and do the other things people do.
I've always enjoyed quotes. One of my favorite books growing up was Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.
There are a plethora of famous quotes that speak of Heart and/or Home:
Home Is Where the Heart Is
There's No Place Like Home
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it
Maybe at the heart of all our traveling is the dream of someday, somehow, getting Home.
Being happy at home is the end of all ambition
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
When I was at home, I was in a better place.
The home should be the treasure chest of living
Open House, Open Heart
I've always loved welcoming people into my home, whether it be for holiday celebrations, or game nights, or just having tea or coffee. People were always welcomed to spend the night if they were too tired or maybe imbibed too much or just didn't feel like going home. When we had our big house up in the Baldwin Hills with a guest bedroom, we hosted all sorts of guests; a filmmaker from Iraq, a person I friended on Facebook because we shared the same birthday and at the time, I didn't have many friend on FB because not too many people were on Facebook yet, as well as another up and coming filmmaker, as well as a fellow set decorator (three decorators under one roof, oh my).
We hosted many New Year's Eve parties, Thanksgiving diners, absinthe tasting soirees, pizza cooking get togethers (I had a wood-fire oven as well as an outdoor kitchen built on one of the terraces), Fourth of July parties to name just a few.
People often say this when you first enter the gates to Burning Man.
It didn't mean much the first time I went, but after that every year after that it rang true. Even last year when I left early.
It was a gathering of like minded folk and some of my most memorable experiences were out there in that temporary community, that temporary home.
Homeless but not Heartless
I may be in a transitory living situation and I don't really have much of an idea where I'll find "home" again. My hearts taken a beating in the last year or so but as long as it keeps beating, there's hope.
Hope for healing, growing, exploring, following one's heart as they say.
Jon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid.