The Feeling of Home

I walked home beneath a spreading cloud of storm black, sunset crimson. And I realised, in the darkening, as I grew colder and felt the first drops of rain, that I was infact already home : there within the edge of the wild wintry sky, the edge of night.

Home is not a place, although a place may contain it. Home is a spirit.




And so I can be home in a certain season, a certain time of day. I can be home in the clothes I wear, the books I read, the length of my hair, the food in my pantry. I can find home in a conversation, a blog post, a half-remembered song.

Home is deeper than soil, more real than mountains and trees.


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11 comments:

  1. When my children were very small I moved to a new state and raised them there. After 25 years, I divorced, moved back to my home-town area, and started a long-term loving relationship with a man I have been friends with since we were 11. I am very happy now.

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  2. I love the way you describe what home is to you.

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  3. Beautiful Sarah. I've struggled with this since last year when we moved from the only place I ever called home. However, when we lived in that little cabin on the lake before moving to the house, I've never felt more at home than I did there by the water, in the trees, along the shore. I would actually sell this house and move back to the cabin if given the chance. It's really an indescribable feeling until you actually do feel at home.

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  4. Yes, home is really wherever we are, but difficult to adjust sometimes when you've lived in one spot for many years.

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  5. How true. Home is in your mind. I may be living in Nebraska in a house, but home is the Southern California coastal area.

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  6. I love the way you write about home as a spirit of rightness, comfort, and belonging, that home can be the clothes you wear, the books you read, the way you wear your hair. Sadly, societal pressure pushes us away from our true home spirit toward the trendy and popular. It is easy to lose your way in this life. I'm so glad that you have found your way home. ♥

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  7. Well written, love your image. My 'old' home still stirs something deeper in me than anywhere else I go or live.

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  8. Elizabeth WaggonerApril 30, 2015 at 5:46 AM

    For various reasons I moved away from my beautiful Rocky Mountains to the Midwest in the US. It's been a long hard struggle to settle in here, and I still don't feel it, but you've certainly given me something to ponder when I consider a few of the perfect days that happen now and then - or the amazing skies - or the virtual park that the neighborhood becomes in the spring. Thank you for this.

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  9. i have so many definitions for home…but always, it's where i lay my head at night. after so many moves, home just isn't home unless it's where i get naked night after night…..xo

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