I've been thinking of others' posts about being away from home, whether from illness, vacation or necessity.
I am a homebody. Even at the new house, it has become my home and I find such peace here; don't go many places unless shopping and such.
Though I love the thought of traveling and watch many travel shows (and I am fascinated with Mt. Everest and why anyone would want to climb it), but when I do travel, I usually find myself counting the days and longing for home. I posted this prose before and thought about it this morning. I think I heard it on Call The Midwife.
"Home is not simply a mark upon a map any more than a river is just water.
It is a place at the center of a compass from which every arrow radiates and where the heart is fixed.
It is a force that forever draws us back; shores us up.
For where the home is, there lies hope, and the future waits
and everything is possible."
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Such a beautiful description of home!
I thought so too. That's why I wrote it down and wanted to share it.
Yes.
So much more elegant that 'home is where the heart is'.
I am a decided home-body. I go out (rarely away) and am always glad to be home.
Love traveling (before illness) but coming home was always the best.
I also have a similar birdhouse different colors.
cheers, parsnip and thehamish
My sentiments exactly - the poem says it all really.
I would agree about home Donna (Home is where the heart is).
If we go away for a fortnight, which we rarely do, I am desperate to get home during the last two or three days.
Dear Donna, your Home quote is quite beautiful, and expresses so much of why we do hold our own homes dear.
Another blogger recently wrote about how one tends to put his/her mark on a residence. Not necessarily with possessions, there are many ways.
xo
Donna, As someone who just "came home" from an out of town show, I can confirm the sentiment in the prose. We have to take out-of town trips 10-15 times each year and I can't tell you how much I have grown to dislike it. It's not that I hate to visit new places or meet wonderful people, but because I cannot stand being away from home. My friends take vacations away from home, but to me, home IS my vacation and comfort and refuge.
Me too Child. I am awed by those wanderers as I was as a child.
I love traveling in books and tv. Don't know why I've become that way.
The words are beautiful. I can hear Vanessa Redgrave reciting it still.
Three days for me Pat. Both as visitor and guests.
Tell me some of the other ways Frances.
I totally understand. It must be incredibly hard after doing so many shows, to want to go anywhere else but home.
I am such a homebody too..:)
Home. Yes.
I know. It must be hardwired in our brain.
Yes Rachel.
Dear Donna like you I am a home body too. Love the prose you have here. Clearly there is no place like home. Have a lovely day. Thanks too for your visit. Hugs!
I am a true homebody as well, Donna - I believe it all revolves around the hearth. I'm also fascinated by Mt. Everest - have you seen the movie, Everest?
Indeed.
One of our friends went mountain climbing in Nepal this year. He and his son didn't climb Everest, but all those mountains are pretty healthy-sized.
Back to you Deb.
Yes, just this week. I vividly remember that incident. I don't know why it fascinates me so as I hate to be cold, but I keep up with it mainly when there are accidents. Love all the films of the climbs. I would think Amanda, that you are a wanderer by heart.
Yes, I think there are seven that climbers all want to conquer. Anna Purna must be the trickiest. I went to Telluride, CO once and could barely breathe even at that height and zero energy.
Home ! <3
Very nice picture too
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I like your description of home. It is a beautiful feeling when you have one home. When one calls home two different countries, it is a bit difficult. Around Christmas time when people hear my French accent, they ask me “wouldn’t you like to be back home?” well, yes, I’d like to be in Paris, but my home is also here. I give you an example – let’s say you married a Greek man and live in Greece in a small town where no one speaks English and you only speak Greek. It is your home. But, would not your also miss the US, your family and friends here too, your language and culture, no? So that is why I say “home” can be a difficult word. I wish I knew someone close by I could speak French with once in a while – then I would not miss my “other” home.
It must be hard when you are dealing with different cultures and family members. I guess a factor would be how much time one spends at each home.
The word 'home' is very powerful. Although I have been always happy and 'at home' in the various houses that I've lived in throughout my married life I always referred to my parents' house in Yorkshire as 'home' whilst they were alive. I've lived away from Yorkshire for over half a century but still feel that part of the country is my home!
I love that Rosemary. Your parents must have made a wonderful home and life for you. My mom died when I was 17 and 'home' was gone in a flash.
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