Home..Where Ever We Are, There We Are
Where is home? As long as we are together, that’s where it is.
For us at the time being, it is a roof over our heads, a shelter, a place of comfort. Our collections of belongings and things. Fertile soil surrounds us to grow food, flowers and to enjoy nature..and solitude. The creature comforts are there..a huge cozy couch, multiple beds, clean sheets, a fireplace, thousands of books, heat and air conditioning at the flip of a switch. Closets and dressers full of clothing. And then there’s the excess things.. chotchkies, tools, garden equipment, kitchen clutter, junk drawer mystery items, extra furniture in the attic, saved letters from the past , our old stamp collections and extra linens. More things than we actually need ; vintage china, antiques passed down from the relatives..souvenirs of their lives, piles of papers, ubiquitous electronic wires and such, scattered toys, fabric, random items that overwhelm us, more piles of things we don’t know what to do with, the stuff of life in a home.
But what is the true meaning of home?
Is it our material possessions and accumulated masses of things? Or is it us, ourselves, being together, that makes up a home?
Take an Account of What Matters Most.
Is it our “stuff” or “ourselves” that truly matter? What is a thing compared to a human that we love ( and are related to)? So what of the stuff and objects that can not go with us into the next life..the life in eternity. It’s just burdensome and a bondage. Can we be free to be with each other, our family, and not be so attached to physical belongings? We are in this world, but do we really need to be “of it “?
As I go through our “things” and try to decide what to do with them, I think on this. My happiest thoughts and memories are of the moments of us being together. Our experiences, our talks, our nurturing and caring for each other. Not the material gifts we get ..it’s the cherished times. The laughs, the love, the memories. The roof over our heads does not amount to what home is. It’s us. No matter where we are.
Grow Where You Are Planted.
Some of us tend to yearn to be somewhere else. We need to remind ourselves that the grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence, yet, there is so much more beyond our safety net that may need to be explored. If it’s our own fears and ego that keeps us stagnant, then we should try to break free of that. This is a big beautiful world. Why not venture out with your family, and see what that means? Home means many things to all of us. It depends on your society, your status, your current lot in life. Who says that it will remain as it is..home? As long as you are together, that is home. Even if it is in transit, in a mansion, in a bamboo hut, in a cozy abode, a house boat, a tent or in a temporary dwelling.
Where ever you are, there you are.
Where do you think you live, in a barn? !
Do you live in a castle on 500 acres, or in a mud adobe with dirt floors? A suburban house with a yard, or a bamboo hut? Does it really matter ( in the scheme of the important higher meaning of life)? In our town there are barns for horses that are newer and more beautiful than some people’s homes. I’ve even heard of a lady who lived in an outfitted chicken coop. And friends of ours lived in a barn with their large family while they were building a new home on their land. They were quite content, all of them living simply ( no running water) and making due until one day a big black snake was spotted near the Mothers bed..then they decided to upgrade a bit.
If you have a mansion and a “museum worthy art collection”, and no love, than what do you really have? If you have a space that comforts you and a lifestyle that serves you, yet no one who cares for you beyond your belongings, what of that? These are things we need to ponder. My “stuff” is not me..the meaning of me. I am thankful and grateful for the home I now live in that houses our family and keeps our children safe. But if I cling to the notion that the” bricks and mortar” are our refuge, then I may be sorely disappointed. It could vanish in a moment. An old friend of ours recently lost their home to a fire, due to Hurricane Sandy. In an instant, the structure and belongings could vanish. I try not to cling to the things of this earth. But it is not easy to think this way, and I am not there yet. Loving and caring for people is what really counts.What matters to me is others. Especially my family.
Home is Anywhere, As Long as it is Filled With Love
During this Holiday season I want to focus on our love for each other, our being together and paying attention. Not the frantic searching and shopping for the piles of gifts to be put under a dead tree in our living room. Instead, we are inviting others into our home, sharing a feast with them and family, and spending the time to talk with one another. To care.
We have a roof over our heads and walls to protect us. A place to invite others in and plenty of food and dishes to set a place for them. Our children are here and nearby. Some day soon I am hoping that we can venture out of the country as a family. Being together, no matter where. They will all be adults before we know it. I want to cherish the times with them, no matter where we call home.
Home is us together, where ever that may be.
Other Families Realities of Home
Follow these links below to read of some out of the ordinary places called home. These families are in transit, their homes are scattered across the globe, and can change like the wind. But they are together, and that is what matters.
Bohemian Travelers…Home is Every Where http://www.bohemiantravelers.com/2012/12/home-is-every-where.html
Living Outside of the Box – Where Is Home?
Life Changing Year – I Never Thought We’d Be Home For Christmas! http://lifechangingyear.com/i-never-thought-wed-be-home-for-christmas/
A Minor Diversion – A Minor Diversion Comes Home http://www.minordiversion.com/2012/12/a-minor-diversion-comes-home/
Witness Humanity…. Things I will miss about New York (or a Guide to the Awesomeness that is NYC)
Simon Says: Where are you from? – http://simonsays2010.blogspot.com/2012/12/where-you-from.html
Gypseekers-Are We Home Yet?: Re-entering Society After a Round the World Adventure
Flashpacker Family – My Heart Doesn’t Lie at Home http://flashpackerfamily.com/my-heart-doesnt-lie-at-home/
The Expat Experiment…Traveling Home – http://expatexperiment.com/traveling-home/
Barefoot Nomad… Where’s Home for a Barefoot Nomad? http://www.thebarefootnomad.com/travel-philosophy/where-is-home-for-barefoot-nomad
The Nomadic Family….I Hate Home, and That One, and That One http://thenomadicfamily.com/2012/12/i-hate-this-home-and-that-one-and-this-one-coco-bungalows/
Discover Share Inspire… How to Always Be Home For the Holidays… No Matter Where in the World You Are