I have been contemplating dwelling, in particular where I will dwell once my present dwelling sells. No sign of a sale at the moment however where I am based is but temporary. And that fact is much before me.

There is a post on Field of Merit which focuses on a brilliant poem, Song of The Grass Roof Heritage. Here are the last two lines which speak to me this evening.

If you want to know
the undying person
in the hut,
don’t separate from
this skin bag
here and now.

We humans need physical shelter from the elements without a doubt. For survival we need more than a roof obviously. However it is important, for me right now, to remember that the ‘undying person’ needs nothing. Fundamentally.