The Nomad and the Homeless

Every Friday at noon, Shlomit Achirotem, my friend (and possibly my sister) and me meet for a few hours at a cafe halfway between the Shapira neighborhood, where I currently reside and the ‘Haogen’ kibbutz where Shlomit lives … These meetings that take place for the personal need of both of us to share one another in the occurrences of our lives, are also a wonderful opportunity for a fertilize dialogue about the journey, destination and mission of each of us …

During our last meeting, the nomadic theme, that more and more interests me, was discussed, and we realized that the word ‘Nomad’ can be divided into two words – No and Mad – not crazy, sane … On the contrary – the nomad who might be interpreted as unusual and maybe even crazy, is perhaps the sane person in the group, which brings us back to an existential state where you can walk fearlessly and uninhibited with the spirit and not against it …

In this context, the threatening and controversial combination – ‘Homeless’, also mentioned…

What does it mean to be homeless? For me, this does not mean synonymous with misery, helplessness, lack of choice or the need to escape society, but rather the freedom to choose and release the grip on the walls, objects and accessories that supposedly provide us with security and stability…

Then these two sentences came to me:

The Nomad is the Homeless of the New World

The Homeless is the Nomad of the New World

Either way, my mental desire is to find a practical lifestyle model (whose rules are already becoming clear to me) based on the ‘equation’ that releasing the grip is actually the prescription for mental health …