Be Home

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My weeks of wandering have inadvertently thrown me into a meditation on “home.” In this gypsy time I have stayed in many dear friend’s homes and been treated as one of the family. I have been deeply touched at how many others have offered me places to stay, saying, “You are always welcome in my home. I’ve even camped in the house I grew up in, it’s sitting empty for the winter: a place that I used to call home but without my family is an odd place to visit. “Home” is the people, not the place.

Many years ago I looked for my “home” until I learned that, like happiness, “home” ensues. You don’t find it; you create it. If follows. Like all things valuable, “home” is a relationship. It is not a thing. I grew up in Denver and every time I return I am struck by how familiar are the air, the smells, the weather, the warm sun on a cold day – these are recognitions of a relationship with a place that I knew as a boy. They are like old friends that greet me. My body knows, “This was once home and will be waiting for you if you ever wish to return.”

I’ve lived places for many years and never felt at home; there was no significant relationship. And, I’ve walked into a room and immediately knew the place. I’ve met people that I felt I’d known all my life. The word to pay attention to is “felt.” My body knows home long before my mind knows. How many times in your life have you said, “I just knew….” Home is like that, too.

I am easier in the world now that I’ve stopped looking and started creating my home. I’m easier now that I recognize that I will feel it before I think it. Yes, it is a paradox: I create it and I feel it. In some ways I am home everywhere. I feel it. I now know without a doubt what it feels like to come home. I know what it feels like to be home.

2 Responses

  1. The best feeling in the world is to be around people who you feel you’ve known forever. I’ve been craving the feeling of being truly understood for a while. The places that were once home visit me in my dreams. I’ve been away from my childhood home as long as I was there and yet and still it visits my dreams. Can’t wait for the next post!

  2. I love your blog, you create comfort sharing your travels, thoughts and being. Thanks

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