What does your home mean to you?
1. Shelter?
2. Free wifi?
3. That place where your kids yell at each other.
4. That place where you hang your clothes on the
floor.
5. That building your pets own.
Or maybe your home is quite simply
and profoundly all the collective things that comprise your heart. This is the
time of year to be at home. Whether it’s calm or safety or warmth or family or
memories, home can be the very epicenter of comfort. Yet not for everyone. I
hope, right now my friend, that home is more things good than not.
No one told me how to make my home. And yet, I figured it
out. Most likely all those forts I built as a kid were the prototype. I knew it
needed to feel like a nest: warm and dry, encouraging both flight and return. I
knew I needed a place to be creative. A place for quiet. A place with plenty of
sunlight. A place where my friends felt comfortable too. A place where we could
all be ourselves. A place where we could talk about anything and everything we
wanted. A place to play. A place for good friends and family to share laughter
and ideas and pumpkin bread pudding. A place for the family I created who
created me. And a place to say thanks for that and for everything.
There’s a saying about finding all
the answers in your room...The roof says “aim high.” The fan says “be cool.”
The clock says “every minute is precious.” The mirror says “reflect before you
act.” The window says “see the world.” The door says “push hard to achieve your
goals.” And so on. But I wonder, what would the whole room say? I think it might
say “this is all much much too temporary."
But for happy now and happy today there is you, there is
me, there is us, there is we. Home.
7 comments:
You're so good at figuring out what the room says, how about telling us what the fox says? That crazy video is no help whatsoever.
Much too temporary indeed. Home is where my people are and I feel best of all nestled in right here with them. Enjoy your home and the season, Stew.
I always completely love your posts. This one, especially.
Graceful post.
For me & Mrs. C, home is where the pants and bra come off.
Respectively.
Our home, which my parents built, is ever evolving. It became what they dreamed of, and now it changes into whatever suits the needs of the family we have left. Little boys rooms become an office, or storage. I think it's living thing.
Also, Isn't shovelling interlocking stones the worst! You're always catching a shovel edge on a raised bit.
Happy New Year to you and yours! :-)
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