There’s a story I’ve always loved. It’s about an old woman, Mrs. Watts, who yearns to go home, back to the farm where generations of her family lived and worked. Her ache to return is so deep, her longing so pure, that it continually occupies her thoughts and dreams. Again and again, she plans and schemes … Continue reading
You have a quiet knowing deep within that has always been present. It’s there. It has always been there. It will always be there. It winds through the dusky-dawn junctions of knowing and not knowing. It’s of you. And in you. And circling through you. Always. Your quiet knowing that has always been present. But sometimes, without … Continue reading
“There’s no place like home.” Dorothy,The Wizard of Oz. If you’ve been here before, you’ve no doubt noticed I’ve been swimming in the waters of “home” lately. For me, it’s like a lake that’s both warm and bracing, placid and choppy. And for the most part, I enjoy that duality. In fact, over the years … Continue reading
Thomas Wolfe famously said: “You can’t go home again.” And yet, I have a recurring daydream where not only do I go home again, but I stay for a few months. Three months, to be exact. I don’t know why, but three months seems like the perfect amount of time. I plucked it from the air, … Continue reading
What is home? Clearly it’s a place. A spot on the map. The door opening. A warm bed. Somewhere we can retreat to and find sanctuary. For some, of course, home is meant to be left, gotten away from. As soon as possible. A repository of pain and difficult times. But whatever our first experiences … Continue reading
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