A person who lacks a stable place, rides a camel, and is dedicated to herding.
I think the meaning of this word has changed.
I recently heard the term “digital nomad.”
It refers to those who work remotely, which allows them to carry out their jobs from anywhere in the world.
That is, they work on what they are passionate about, they have a good salary and they set out to discover the world. It doesn’t really sound bad at all.
I found this new dynamic that many have adopted as a lifestyle quite interesting, and I began to reflect on my extensive work life, the one that brought me to this beautiful country Canada, and my current state of laziness, or rather “cultivated leisure”, as Oscar Wilde would say.
So, observing my daily life in this land of infinite horizons and living skies, I concluded that I am also a nomad.
I wake up every day in a different place, thanks to the light.
I am no longer a ‘chair warmer’, my current office is mobile, a rock, a log, a stool, my bed, my armchair.
I have very productive conversations with myself and those around me. Passionate, poetic, even chaotic exchanges. Many of them occur in silence.
My remote work is very interesting because I have to stay very attentive. Sometimes I find treasures, like a pheasant feather, a hummingbird cloud, an ant in February.
My bosses, the mountains, the river, the wind, invite me every day to find inner peace.
And about the salary, I must say that my heart is very well remunerated.
So much that, in the coffers of my wandering life, there is room for melancholy, loss, illusion, joy. In the end they are all forms of beauty.
Well, life finally led me to the perfect job.
I conclude that we are all a bit nomad, not digital.
Nomads of a path that changes at every curve.
Nomads of our fragile and unpredictable existence.