We’ve seen plaques in friends’ homes, maybe even hanging in some of your homes:
Home is Where Your Heart Is
Home is Where You Hang Your Hat
Have you ever considered Winter being the time for home? Dame Edith Sitwell wrote:
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
Being smack dab in the middle of the holidays, surrounded by family spanning in age from 2-98 and friends ranging from sane to mildly crazy-fun and everything in between, I found myself asking, “Where is home?”
Is it where my roots are in Central Texas? Is it where I hang my hat in North Texas? (For those who are unfamiliar with this very large state of Texas, you may be wondering, what’s the difference between Central and North Texas? Isn’t it all Texas? Well, YES AND NO….)
And is there such a thing as a ‘time’ for home, like Winter?
For me, home isn’t a specific place or a time, but a feeling. It’s where I feel most like me. I’ve felt it in a cafe in Scotland, as well as in a hotel room in London.
Home resides in my skin as an energy, surrounding the periphery of my body and encapsulating all of my organs, holding me together in my solid form, allowing me to walk. Allowing me to embrace others.
Being in my skin as the energy force that it is, home goes with me wherever I go….
… until the time that the energy force leaves me. I know when it happens. I can feel it. Home has evaporated in all sorts of familiar settings. Most recently, it happened Christmas Eve during a church service I attended.
Afterward, back in the car driving home, I felt the energy force slowly begin to return. I found it interesting how I was able to feel my body shift, how noticeable it was, right there in the moment.
I prefer to have home be with me and stay with me; no doubt I’m more comfortable that way. But when it doesn’t, I’m guessing that maybe that’s where some learning occurs. In the less than comfortable feeling, my mind gives pause long enough to look for the lesson that may have otherwise gone unnoticed.
So I ask you, “Where is home?” Better yet, “What is home?” I bet there are as many different responses as there are people reading this right now.
Care to share? I’d love to hear your thoughts.