My current home is not my home but soon I will be home. Almost a lifetime of waiting for this new place that I have no intention of leaving. A settling in soon coming, allowing me the time to figure myself out. Ever since I can remember, my home has been in transition. Moving from place to place, learning along the way. Piece by piece, picking up bits of knowledge to guide me. A collection of experiences. My home today is filled with the treasures of my journeys. Past gardens dried and pushed into glass jars, seaglass collected along rocky shores, pinecones picked up in memory as tears of loss fell onto them, old treasures scavenged from flea markets as I wondered about their past lives. Books and birdhouses, Indian pottery and children's art adorn the walls. Cloaked in old wool blankets, I am reminded of where I have come from and where I am going. One foot in the past, the other in the future. Michigan to Virginia, Oregon to Massachusetts, Colorado to Georgia, Illinois to New York then Pennsylvania. World's apart each step. World's waiting each step...
4 comments:
Darcy -- the natural world, our home, is always waiting for us. It enfolds us in its arms -- soothing our sorrows and brightening our smiles -- never leaving us -- always there -- barbara
Mankind has always been somewhat nomadic. We adapt yet cherish each place we settle and become accustomed too. The need to carry tiny pieces of our journey with us to find the comfort of our pasts. I enjoy the photo as if the clear evident path of the stairs are leading you higher.
Folkways- Such a great way to consider transitions. That our home in nature is always there. Thanks!
Grampy- Thanks for offering such great insights! I especially like how you said the staircase will lead me up a higher path.
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