Gone and Back: Redefining Home and Parallel Realities

It’s been a while since I have written a blog post… I’ve had plenty of ideas, but they never seemed to last long enough to be typed out. A friend recently mentioned how one of my blog posts has inspired her son to give Workaway a try, so I decided it is time to share with you again.


Like an open book…

As most of you know, I was gone for quite a while (9 months in Hawaii, and almost 4 months in Europe). When I came back to Washington, MO in September, I did not expect it would take me such a long time to get used to being here again. Everybody kept asking me if I was staying/where was I going next, and I felt like all of the traveling and experiences of the past 17 months were slowly settling into me. My answer was, “I don’t know.” And I still don’t.


Should I stay or should I go now?

While unpacking my stuff that has been stored at my friends while I was gone, I was surprised to discover that I had not missed it at all. Not even my books. Settling into my new apartment felt strange too, since I had no wish to put pictures on the walls or decorate it in a special way to make it home. Staying with these thoughts and feelings brought me to the realization that I was over it: attachment. Living with so many different people in various places using their things and adopting a routine to fit their daily lives had brought me to a new understanding of “home.” Home was not a fixed place/a group of people or objects anymore, home was a fluid intangible feeling within, where I dwelt. After all my wandering, I had to come back to find that all that I needed had been inside of me all along. Ironically, there is a quote about that.


A feeling of home.

“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.” – George A. Moore


Nesting or migrating?

In my case, returning home meant returning to my true self. The part of me that is connected to everything there is, centered in Love, Truth and Peace. From that place, everything seems to take on a new outlook and the unknown is no longer scary, but an exciting part of the creative process. Being detached from places, people and things for me does not mean becoming a hermit and retreating in a cave. Rather, I perceive it as being fully present wherever I am, regardless of the circumstances/surroundings. Sometimes, when I try to logically reason about my life, I wonder “What am I doing here?” and nothing seems to make sense. Yet, when I follow my heart and do what it whispers to me, despite all the reasons against it my mind conjures, everything seems to flow in a beautiful way, taking me to where I need to be. It never fails.


Flowers bloom on their own…

I am here now, and it’s ok to not know anything beyond that. I am doing what I love, I’ve adopted two kittens who were in need of a home, and I have a wonderful circle of friends who don’t mind having abstract conversations with me over coffee/tea. When I have a what-am-I-doing moment, I know that I am creating my life one day at a time, with gratitude and love. There are so many possibilities, so why be confined to a singular static image? My goal in life has never been a particular stage to remain in, but rather the exciting, never-ending and sometimes rather confusing process of learning and growing. Leaving you with something I wrote the other day, that wanted to come out.


Light/Shadow Dance.


“One never reaches home,’ she said. ‘But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.”
Hermann Hesse, Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend


Cracking open…

A Parallel Reality

She looked around and realized she was where she wanted to be. It had happened so naturally, that she did not even feel it. And now, she was here.

Two kittens in an attic apartment, self-employed, flexible work hours, doing what she loved. Maybe next time she had to be more specific. The cats had French names, but this was no Paris. Strangely enough, the middle of the American Midwest had somehow become home.

“20 years ago I would have never thought I’d be here,” she thought to herself, drinking a cup of tea, sitting in the recliner left by the previous tenants. The people in the town perceived her as beautiful, successful, talented, outgoing, a free spirit, a woman following her heart and enjoying life in the process. The truth was, that she never quite knew what she was doing, but somehow whatever she imagined and felt strongly about seemed to come true. Life was fascinating. No matter what happened, she always stood up and kept walking. There were infinite number of possibilities. She just had to feel them out.

The only question now was, “What next?”

“There has to be a beach,” she whispered. Her bare feet in the water where the waves meet the shore, her favorite. Walking in the busy streets of a big city was nice too, feeling a part of the nameless crowd. Creating artwork, cooking good food, sending the day away in the arms of the man she loved, kissing the night hello. Connected to Mother, embodying her nurturing energy, effortlessly flowing as one with life. She could be that.

Little did she know that somewhere in a parallel reality, she already was.

Home was within and each day when she woke up she could choose what to bring without.

She was smiling and crying at the same time. Her soul was full.

All she had to do was to keep imagining.



“The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.”
Rebecca Solnit, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics


She turned the lights off, the music was playing, and sitting by the open window brought her back 20 years ago when she would sit on the balcony and look at the stars at night. Always searching for something elusive. Saudade. When she found him, she thought that was it. Close, but not quite. The love she felt for him brought her to the Universal. As if her body opened up like with a zipper and all that existed was contained within it – the stars, the Moon, the Sun, the Oceans, the Planets, Existence. She was the Lover and the Beloved. Manifested in myriad of forms, a play of light, shadow and energy. She loved her. She loved him. She loved all.

She was Love.


Evening whispers.

“If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

Photos from the week I spent with my grandma (my dad’s mom) this summer. What is your idea of home? Comments are welcome below. 


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15 thoughts on “Gone and Back: Redefining Home and Parallel Realities

  1. Slava, I loved reading this! I have been thinking so much about home lately, too, and my thoughts have changed so much in just a few short years. I’ve also come to the conclusion that as long as I feel at peace with myself, everywhere I go is home. Thanks for sharing your story and your art! Great way to start the day 🙂

    • Thank you so much, Julie!! So happy you enjoyed this post and it resonated with you!! I very much agree – being at peace with oneself pretty much resolves everything else ❤ 🙂

  2. One of my favorite posts. (Demian is an amazing novel!)


  3. It’s a great ‘personal growth’ story. Think of Jung’s ‘individuation’ process and the sort of ‘active imagination’ you were describing. I’m sure it will really resonate with you.

  4. Now I can’t wait to read it!! Will get it this week. Thank you!! 🙂

  5. Stacy Bernard on said:

    Beautifu!ly written Slava!! And your photos are absolutely stunning!! I’ve been a feeling a bit of wanderlust of late. I’m hoping to travel some in the next year. Indeed, home is within you!!!

    • Thank you so much, Stacy!!! 🙂 Traveling is always so good to expand our horizons and bring us new insights! Plus, the world has so many beautiful places!!! Enjoy it, I am sure it will be wonderful! 🙂

  6. Bill Dodsworth on said:

    Hello Slava,

    I see you are well and prospering. Wonderful to be doing what you love for this moment. I need to venture to that space soon. In my alternate reality, I would be one of yours friends sipping coffee/tea and having abstract conversations. My daughter Samantha and I do that every chance we get. I find these times an oasis from everyday life. Looking fwd to reading your life chapter. All the best!!

    • Slava on said:

      Thank you so much for always tuning in, Bill!! I would love to have coffee/tea and enjoy abstract conversations with you and Samantha! I am sure she will approve 😉 Reality is what we make it, so I am sure you can enjoy even more of these oasis in your life! What we focus on, grows! All the best to you as well, I always enjoy seeing your stunning photography on Instagram!! 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  9. Your article is really helpful. thnks…

  10. Demian is one of my favorite books ❤️❤️

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