But let me tell you that I love you, that I think about you all the time
Caledonia you’re calling me and now I’m going home
But if I should become a stranger you know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had…
I was at a wonderful concert last night here in Tracadie (PEI) with the Barra MacNeills, a Celtic folk group from Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia. When they sang this song by Douggie MacLean, it got me thinking.
Caledonia. The homeland. The heart’s land.
It’s what we’re all in search of, no?
Anyone who has ever left their homeland carries the hole where it was in the core of their being. It’s the hole we perpetually seek to fill. We seek refuge from that absence.
We seek that place we know and where we’re known.
Really, it’s not even a geographical location. It’s something deep, deep within every human heart, whether we’ve traveled or no. It’s that longing that we carry throughout life. That longing for reunion with – what? With God? There are many things we might call it. But certainly, it’s something bigger than our little lost self. Infinitely bigger. Something big enough to hold everything and everyone…
In these last few days I’ve been afraid that I might drift away
So I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs that make me think about where I came from…
And so, I harness myself to my sādhanas, my spiritual practices. I practice yogāsana, Bharatanatyam. I chant. I study Sanskrit. These aren’t that elusive homeland, but perhaps they might help lead me there?
Caledonia you’re calling me…
I have a journey to make.