Where is Home?

[jorgemorejon]

Home is one’s own body. Like a snail, we always carry our home with us. Its weight, rather than forcing us to drag our bodies, makes us move closer to the earth, wherever we are.

Comments

body

[nishaahuja]

Jorge, thank you for writing and sharing so opennly and powerfully. As a young artist and person whose only lived in this body for some 20-odd years, I have only started to recognize the body as a home. As you say it is the site of memory...and living memory. I find once I have acknolwedge the history and intersections of my body I have acess to experiences far beyond anything corpreal...and that is where I am starting to find an even truer sense of home. Home is always shifting for me, but my body is a gateway into the realm beyond physical manifestations of home.

anyhowwww, welcome to the CommonPlants....I'm looking forward to reading more of your stufffs!
peace
nisha

Re: body

[jorgemorejon]

Thank you Nisha for your comforting and welcoming comment. I do not take it for granted. The “developed” world seems to be such fertile soil for the vine of apathy to grow endlessly, that your response brings new and fresh hope to my artistic experience. As a person who lives in the midst of an industrialized society, it is very important for me to witness that a twenty year old artist is able to take interest in my personal struggle with homelessness and the body

From Maruchi

[anonymous]

I remember the years when I might have been maybe 10 years-old, and a lot of people were leaving the Island. We were told at a CDR level, (the neighborhood "watch" organization), that we had to go to each of the houses of the " gusanos" (worms) , and call them scum "escorias" and throw eggs at them, shout phrases, revolutionary slogans, in front of their houses and scream and scream

Re: From Maruchi

[jorgemorejon]

Maruchi, thank you for your heartfelt comment. Your name already sounds like a familiar tune coming from my once-upon-a-time home.

Like Ana, I never went back. As you say, “these memories never fade.” It has been important to remain as gentle to myself as possible. We were all innocent, you, Ana, your mother and me. Now and here, although our freedom comes with the burden of being an exile, although our exile comes with the constant misunderstandings of those who know different and the ups and downs of war temperatures, we can heal through those memories. Personally, they give body and shape to who I am. They are archived and channeled through my art in which I have found life’s purpose.

Home...from Maruchi

[jorgemorejon]

Thank you Jorge for your compliment about my name. My name... for seven years I had a new Americanized name enforced by my “new family” that was hard to get used to. Now that my situation has changed, it's hard to get used to being called by my real name again

Welcome

[heatherannis]

Jorge, Thank you for your very personal and truly beautiful story. For someone to be able to tell about their struggles and use them as a source of power and as experiences to grow from is really inspiring to me

Re: Spirits and Blood

[jorgemorejon]

Heather, your words deeply touched me. Thank you for opening this window to your personal history of “spirits and blood memory.” I think we are privileged to be able to keep our stories alive. Many of us, uprooted from our native cultures, physically, generationally, spiritually, (…) can find in the “instincts of the body” a trail back to our ancestors. It is all there. The “body as a site of memory” frees us, survivors of cultural and artistic obliteration, from total extinction. Let us follow the path our “wrinkles” suggest as we trace the stories of the body all the way back.