As we packed up all of our material possessions the tensions of being homeless started to unpack, in subtle curious ways. Transition is always a bitter sweet time in life, as you say good bye to people and places that have impacted your life and look forward in hope to new people and memories. This specific type of transition that we are facing has unique challenges of its own. Such as, not having jobs lined up or not having a specific place to call home. In the last week I have noticed that every time someone is talking about work there is a little longing in the back of my mind. A little voice saying, “oh stability, routine, consistency, that sounds nice”. There is some provider/father instinct in me that resists transitioning to the nomadic.
This is the subtle curious voice. The louder, obvious voice that empowers us to move forward is the voice of our tribe. As far as I know there is not a nomadic community that doesn’t travel without their tribe, even in the animal kingdom. The reason for that is what I’m learning: nothing happens without community. Community, even writing the word kind of bothers me. It is such a buzz word these days, people describe community like a hipster barista describes a pour over, using words that sound really nice like, floral, honey notes with a tinge of kiwi. Well, our tribe is far from honey and kiwi, to be honest it would probably take an entire anthropology department to figure the nuances of our tribe. It’s patched together across states and countries by social media, generosity, and fond memories. But it exists nonetheless, and it’s a powerful enabling force.
So, while routine and consistency will probably elude us in the next few months, stability will not. Being nomadic creates a vulnerability that helps to reveal how dependent on our tribe we really are, it gives feeling and emotion to something that is to often silenced by the volume of self-sufficiency. I’m confident that this phenomenon created by being nomadic happens in other ways as well. In fact there are countless ways it can take place in our lives. It happens during weddings, it happens when a child is born or when someone is suffering an illness, it happens when fortune or misfortune strike. These are all catalysts, but all that is really needed is an invitation. It’s humbling, sure, and awkward at times, but no one is complaining. There is a positive anticipation for the impact that experience will have on the tribe, stories are being created, stories are being shared, and nothing in life is much more exciting then that.