Nest-Home by Judith Altman

It is the mountain that I climbed. Somedays it was a struggle, but most were splendid adventures. It is the summit where I rested and enjoyed the view. It is where I built my nest, collecting bits and pieces of life, from here and there, the flotsam and jetsam…

How I found my tribe.

I spent way too many years of my life looking for a tribe to call my own. I deeply love my homeland, New Zealand, but I never quite felt like it was my place in the world. Then, after finishing University, I tried my luck in Melbourne, Australia. Even…

Lost and found between Homeless and homefull – Amel Derragui

Throughout my nomadic life, there have been two questions people asked me in every country I moved to that made me feel quite uneasy: “What is your mother tongue?” and “where is home for you?” I still don’t know how to answer these questions honestly without going through a…

Home – By Peri Hoskins

Home for me is the most northern province of New Zealand (Aotearoa), Northland or Te Tai Tokerau in the Maori language. My Maori iwi is Ngapuhi and my ancestors’ canoe first came into Northland about 900 years ago. It is here I feel the strongest connection to the earth,…

Hidden Treasures in the Nest!

A picaflor’s nest. Above is a photo of the original oil painting by the wonderful and very talented Fern Petrie. I wanted the nest to represent the journey as an image and to express the idea that we can make a home wherever we find ourselves. I wove in…

Krista-from Triumph by Lizzie Harwood

KRISTA – Lizzie Harwood Lulu and I are jetting over to India for a girlie break! I’ve had another spat with Harry, and Lulu was at a loose end with Antony away on work trips. Truth be told, it was more than a spat with Harry—he kicked me out….

Finding Home – Louise Carr de Olmedo

No matter how long I live in Argentina I’m sure people will ask, “Do you miss home?” And I will always answer, or consider that my reply should be, “Where is home, exactly?” I haven’t lived in England for over five years. But does that mean I have a…

Poem – ‘Home’ by Solange Cifre

  by Solange Cifre Home. The closest synonym to happiness I can think of and as hard to define! Maybe we are made of tiny pieces of everywhere and of nowhere at all. Maybe that’s what life is all about: home. Stare at people’s faces. Look deep into their…

I know you now – Ramon Martinez Mendoza

    by Ramon Martinez Mendoza You became like those shelters which one comes dragged to, you simulated a nimbus of dignity when my soul spurred peace. I found you there, with a language other than mine, with a culture whose only resemblance was to share the left overs…