Homesick and Soul-food
I dreamed about being in the Czech lands last night. God I miss that place. I really, really miss the feeling that I have when I am there. I miss the old world, the cobblestones and the old buildings, the deep familiarity, the profound connection.
There is a part of me that belongs there.
This is not to negate my attachment to this place, Denver, Colorado, America. However, a part of me longs for the place of my roots, and I tapped a place of deep emotion and waves of grief as I felt the chasm of separation.
I reflected on this this morning. Going from the tangent of meditating on the question of who am I, really? as a spiritual being, a soul belonging to the open system of the universe, I have no set “home” on this planet. Home is a symbol. I felt the suffering Buddhists speak of, the suffering resulting from attachment. Dwelling in the past robs me of an authentic present, as I feel the pangs in my heart from a distanced past, as I plan for my inevitable next trip to the familial land.
Oddly, this is connected to how I deal with food. I ate another delicious breakfast, which included my latest form of dope: almond bread with butter and honey. I was ravenous for another before the taste of honey faded from my taste buds. I was oblivious to the food that was already nourishing me inside.
Nina Lois is a graduate student at the University of Colorado at Denver obtaining a Master's Degree in Humanities with a B.A. in political science. Her passions are broad when it comes to the human condition. She is deeply interested in philosophy, psychology, environmental and social justice, peace studies, music, nutrition, tradition, and progress. 
Upon her imminent graduation, she wishes to contribute to the health, wealth, and happiness of the community through involvement, writing, and research. For goodness's sake, love the body, cultivate the mind and a garden, and feed the soul!
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