What indeed?  The name of this blog comes from a little snippet of poetry that I wrote years ago ‘Words,like shifting sand,which has no home.’ From that came Sand has no home, and it has followed me throughout the last 7 or 8 years, through various projects, most of them forgotten, neglected or tossed away.  The line always evokes imagery of desert sand dunes for me; a scene from The English Patient; sand swirling and drifting, aimless, transient and gypsy-like. Words can be like that, set free, posted out of a window in Tuscany like Liv Tyler’s character in Stealing Beauty, or lost, discarded or hidden.  Words are restless, they refuse to stand still, taking flight on the imagination of their readers, sparking the…