Home.
What is home?
Here’s what I think; Home is love, and it is many other things in time and space.
In the here and now, home is that place you most love to most often be. Home is the people with whom you most wish to spend your life and times. Home is the familiar strangers that pass through our days and hours, at work and in the places we shop and play and worship and wander. Home is the familiar sound that does not become invisible background or unignorably annoying. It is that place where, when awakened abruptly from slumber, you can recognize the sound of a child or spouse not at home.
In moments between the here and now, home is nostalgia. It is the song that triggers treasured memories, the aroma that takes one back to a place where young desires were triggered or satisfied. Home is the friendships of childhood, always remembered and sometimes kept current, and sometimes returned to after absence. Home is those places we’ve lived, loved, succeeded and failed, and gone back to time and again for renewal and re-creation of self. Home is the places that scarred us and the places that healed us, and the places we’ve gone to forget about both.
And, in nature, home is those places where we feel most alive, most solidly connected with who we are. Whether forest wilderness or city habitat, park or street corner, quiet lake or raging river, or whatever other natural places touch our souls with comfort, these places are home.
Home is also in virtual spaces, in the people and online venues that we use to connect and build relationships and entertain and inform each other. And, home is in the arts and music and words that we create and shape and appreciate and share together. Wherever we interact in comfort and trust and respectful challenge with each other, these are home, as well. The coffee shops and cafes and bars and performance spaces where we gather, all are also home, when we are there.
I won’t use the cliché, but it really is true.
See you next time around.
4/7/17
What is home?
Here’s what I think; Home is love, and it is many other things in time and space.
In the here and now, home is that place you most love to most often be. Home is the people with whom you most wish to spend your life and times. Home is the familiar strangers that pass through our days and hours, at work and in the places we shop and play and worship and wander. Home is the familiar sound that does not become invisible background or unignorably annoying. It is that place where, when awakened abruptly from slumber, you can recognize the sound of a child or spouse not at home.
In moments between the here and now, home is nostalgia. It is the song that triggers treasured memories, the aroma that takes one back to a place where young desires were triggered or satisfied. Home is the friendships of childhood, always remembered and sometimes kept current, and sometimes returned to after absence. Home is those places we’ve lived, loved, succeeded and failed, and gone back to time and again for renewal and re-creation of self. Home is the places that scarred us and the places that healed us, and the places we’ve gone to forget about both.
And, in nature, home is those places where we feel most alive, most solidly connected with who we are. Whether forest wilderness or city habitat, park or street corner, quiet lake or raging river, or whatever other natural places touch our souls with comfort, these places are home.
Home is also in virtual spaces, in the people and online venues that we use to connect and build relationships and entertain and inform each other. And, home is in the arts and music and words that we create and shape and appreciate and share together. Wherever we interact in comfort and trust and respectful challenge with each other, these are home, as well. The coffee shops and cafes and bars and performance spaces where we gather, all are also home, when we are there.
I won’t use the cliché, but it really is true.
See you next time around.
4/7/17
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