Over the last year and a half I have scrutinized the notion of home and my personal perspective on “homeness“. I’ve discovered that the experience of homecoming is perhaps one of the best barometers for indicating where (and with whom) we feel most at home. So today I offer you a homecoming remix — a mashup meditation on homecomings — that includes images from three years ago today, recorded minutes after we arrived at Rosslyn after a meandering road trip.
Isn’t it possible that Odysseus’s almost endless homecoming might have had more to do with collecting and curating chronicles than obstacles?
(Source: Daily Munge)
My meandering meditation on Odysseus’s adventures spans decades. (And his touch-and-go arrival at home, only to set out again, is a useful reference for my suspicion that homeness need not exist in a physical place.)
Time stretches. Reality meanders. Plans change. Our original timeline extended exponentially without our even realizing it. So much living. A decade. More… Our orbit was widening to include Santa Fe where I’d first lived in my twenties. We moved fluidly between the lush Adirondack Coast and the high desert southwest, happy homecomings at both. A pendulum path between two sanctuaries.
(Source: Why Reboot Rosslyn Redux?!?!)
The following fragment is excerpted from a homecoming poem I wrote on January 26, 2023 during the icehouse rehabilitation project.
A day and change into hibernal homecoming — reviewing, revising, and, yes, celebrating significant progress — apprehension abates, optimism returns, and waves of gratitude echo the lake’s lapping against Rosslyn’s sea wall where a few months from now summer will patina winter tribulations, gentling jagged edges like sandy beach churned glass, and the handsome highlights will outshine the shadows and glow up the journey.(Source: “On the Level“)
Here’s another perspective on winter homecoming. 
Heck of a homecoming my frosty ferry ride into Essex… on January 25. Damp-cold. Socked in. Snowing. I was dropping in for team time, scope shuffle, timeline tuneup, perspective pivot, and a revitalizing dose of laughter with friends.
(Source: Frosty Ferrying into Rosslyn)
And a springtime homecoming complete with labrador retriever puppy!
Carley welcomed me home after a mid-pandemic road trip. Perfect homecoming after two surreal weeks of COVID-19 dodging logistics.
(Source: Pandemic Puppy: Carley Corona)
Now for a turn toward a more abstract notion of homecoming with which I am increasingly focused. 
Homecoming! … [And I’m leaning] into the lyrics of the song “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros’ debut album ‘Up From Below’.
Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I’m with you Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I’m with you
Sometimes it takes being away from home to identify “homeness”… [and, for me,] a BIG piece of the puzzle is Susan. Home is wherever I’m with you!
(Source: Home is Wherever I’m with You)
Homecoming is in no small part a return to those we love, those who represent homeness. And yet there’s no overlooking the poignant pole that can be exerted by a physical place.
Back for another nival homecoming. Fluttering flurries obscuring sunset, muting day to night, ground mounding, rounding with fresh fallen snow. The sound of no sound, snowflakes silencing, softening contours, and settling scores. Slumber’s siren song swaddled in silver, swirling and whirling, mesmerizing me, mesmerizing us until tomorrow.(Source: “Another Nival Homecoming“)
And I’d like to close this homecoming remix with a taste of the tremendous joy that Rosslyn so often has provided for us over the years.
What a wellspring of euphoria this evening! We returned to Rosslyn after briefly sojourning in Santa Fe, returned to a delicate frosting of snow underfoot, early dwindling natural light, holiday lights glowing in windows, 28° outside, toasty inside, the promise of savory stew and spicy cider wafting like a whimsical Christmas carol,…
Rosslyn welcomed us back with a hardy, hearty holiday homecoming. We are profoundly grateful for the opportunity to balance life in the high desert southwest with the auspicious Adirondack Coast. And we’re perennially astonished with the pull each of these disimilar environs exerts upon us. Each a homecoming. Each a revitalizing harbor that quickens our anticipation and excitement as return approaches. Each an enriching community that soothes and inspires.
Holiday homecomings are especially affecting. Picturesque and charming are too understated to accurately convey the cinematographic allure.
(Source: “Holiday Homecoming Haiku“)
What do you think?