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  1. Liz

    I grew up in London and since then have lived in a dozen different places, including in Italy, for the last five years in leafy Sussex not far from the sea. I have learned that home is not in a building or a county or a country, but it is where I stay with a person or people I love.

    2 years ago
  2. expati

    Since I retired in 2003, and left the US for central Mexico, Tepoztlán has been my home. The volcanic deposits are like temples, mushrooms, and spires. This is why it’s an official “Magic City.” I love walking the mountain trails that people walked centuries ago before there were vehicles. And I like interacting with the sizeable expat community. I’ve lived in my mountainside apartment for over four and a half years–more time than anywhere else in my adult life. This must be the best spot in the world to be stuck during a pandemic.

    2 years ago
  3. O.Christina

    When I tried to express something of which is more the longing for what I would call home, I came across a most beautiful gift given to all by Thich Nhat Hanh, which just by listening and viewing to it, made me be home for a moment. If you don´t mind, I add the link to it. Wishing all a beautiful moment of peace. A gift of sorts by Thich Nhat Hanh, one of the great teachers of our time to share here with all of you, if you don´t mind. Peace and blessings.

    2 years ago
    1. Mike S

      Thank you Osd. Truly lovely.

      2 years ago
    2. expati

      Magical! Thanks for sharing.

      2 years ago
  4. s

    I grew up here in Norfolk on the coast, roaming free (well, it felt free to me!), on the marshes, on the boats, on the dunes….Even when I left for university and teacher training, my heart was there and eventually I came full circle back here – and I still love it. It eases my soul as I take my daily morning walk before work and makes me feel like nowhere else on earth can.
    I remember a friend driving me back from university commented on how I changed as I got back here. It is so beautiful and makes me feel safe, secure and deeply content.
    I love going other places but I’m not sure I could live anywhere else. The landscape and I are irretrievably entwined and part of each other.

    2 years ago
  5. Rob Kinslow

    Home is a place about three blocks from the house I grew up in, a wooded area with a stream running through it, behind a mom-and-pop store, where I would go and wander as a boy when I didn’t know what else to do with myself, hoping to catch a frog.

    2 years ago
  6. d

    I’ve lived a lot of different places, and had a lot of different homes so to speak. My real home is inside myself.

    2 years ago
  7. Cathie

    Home is this spiritual, sentient, intellectual shell that I call myself.
    I have been a Gypsy for so long, I have learned that home is wherever I am. So I carry home with me. I am never without home but may have no “home” as such.
    Not sure that makes sense but I can be at home anywhere, so home to me is not a place or community – it is where I am.

    2 years ago
  8. Debra

    Home for me is my spiritual community.

    2 years ago
  9. Toni

    Recently I started looking for a new coop. I only saw one and liked another that I didn’t feel ready to go into a mortgage over and it turns out that a friend who can afford it just put in a bid and I hope he gets it. So it made me grateful for what I have and more determined to clear out what no longer serves me and wait for my social security to kick in December before I consider looking again next spring. I feel at home here somewhat in a small apartment that I renovated to my liking. It still needs work but I am able to do it in piecemeal. I live here with my new adopted kitten who I love dearly. I need people in my life and have found it more difficult to connect as I’ve gotten older. So the missing link to really feeling at home is people to share my life with. I have lost the motivation to do everything alone and hope that I can break out of this isolation and loneliness. I have done everything I can to make this apartment feel like home but without people it’s just a nice apartment that won’t be that hard to sell when the time comes. So from what I read, “Home is where the heart is”. My heart is not at home. Home is loving relationships, connection, companionship, friends to enjoy. I don’t have any of that so honestly I’m living in quiet desperation trying hard to make it through one day at a time. Some days are better than others. It’s here that I’m trying to be honest and not sugar coat my true feelings. If home is where the heart is mine is broken and needs help. I just don’t know where to turn. I have a spiritual director. She just wants me to get back up again and back to life. That’s what I want too. There is no quick fix. It’s one day at a time. I can pretend to be optimistic but I am not here to pretend. I hope to change so sharing painful feelings can be of benefit. I hope.

    2 years ago
    1. Anna

      Thank you for your honest sharing Toni.
      I wish you the best, wholeheartedly.
      I hope you will feel better after your sharing here.
      You are in my heart.

      2 years ago
    2. d

      I like this share toni. I feel a lot like you do.

      2 years ago
      1. Toni

        Thank you, at least one person can relate and I don’t feel so strange. That’s a start. That’s why I’m here. I may not be with you physically but I’m with you spiritually. The connection helps. I know ultimately no one is really alone but sometimes it sure feels like that. Thank you for listening, identifying and caring. That helps. I hope that helps you too. I hope things change and we both begin again and form new friendships that are authentic at this point in our journey. I hope you find what you are looking for and I hope for brighter days ahead.

        2 years ago
    3. Mica

      Oh, dear Toni. Here’re a couple books: ‘Kitchen Table Wisdom’ and ‘The Untethered Soul: The Journey Beyond Yourself’
      Give yourself a hug -🤗

      2 years ago
      1. Toni

        Thank you Mica, I’ve read Untethered Soul and lots of spiritual books. The Untethered soul made me feel insignificant. A person on a planet spinning in space just added to my depression. Thank you for your suggestions though but I can’t read another book for me they just take up space. If reading helped me I would be on top of the world right now. I can’t apply what I read even Eckhart Tolles’ teachings without being around people. I’m dealing with the pain body and that dissipates with being with people not in isolation or mental concepts. It’s physical. Sometimes I can’t get out of bed. And sometimes its mental. I have to get out of my head. This too shall pass. One day at a time.

        2 years ago
        1. Mica

          Oh, dear Toni. Indeed, Untethered soul can be a heavy read. I’ll light a candle for you, but I never know if those help. Hugs!

          2 years ago
          1. Holly in Ohio

            I live in a neighborhood where neighbors still sit on front porches and talk to each other by shouting over the street, and where we still see people we know walking to the bakery for coffee and a donut rather than driving there in a car. My sister once lived in a neighborhood in Brooklyn that was much the same. When you do look again for a home, Toni, it won’t matter so much whether it is an apartment or if it has a porch, but what will matter is if you will see your neighbors, if there is community, and if there is a local gathering place where your neighbors and you can go. It might be a swimming pool shared by the building, it might be a neighborhood grocery store a few blocks away, or a library or bookstore. Friends can be any distance away, but neighbors will speak to you on both good days and bad ones, and it helps dissolve the isolation.

            I know you will bring people into your life, Toni. You have already begun. Yes, some days would feel lonely, but you have people now, even if it is shared this way. You have made friends here.

            2 years ago
  10. Carol

    I have lived in several states and houses in the last 25 years. In many ways each physical residence has offered something that has become precious and meaningful to me. My last move was prompted by health issues and has brought me closer to family and blessed me with wonderful neighbors. That said, for me home is not a physical place. It is a state where my head finds residence in my heart. It’s a place of trust where openness and willingness reign. I do my best, like a turtle, to carry it with me at all times. I’ve made the decision that Life is trustworthy and for that realization I’m most grateful. Jack Kornfield’s quote today expresses it well: “Gratitude is the confidence in life itself. In it, we feel how the same force that pushes grass through cracks in the sidewalk invigorates our own life” I like the way poet David Whyte expresses it in his poem Santiago.

    Santiago by David Whyte
    The road seen, then not seen, the hillside
    hiding then revealing the way you should take,
    the road dropping away from you as if leaving you
    to walk on thin air, then catching you, holding you up,
    when you thought you would fall,
    and the way forward always in the end
    the way that you followed, the way that carried you
    into your future, that brought you to this place,
    no matter that it sometimes took your promise from you,
    no matter that it had to break your heart along the way:
    the sense of having walked from far inside yourself
    out into the revelation, to have risked yourself
    for something that seemed to stand both inside you
    and far beyond you, that called you back
    to the only road in the end you could follow, walking
    as you did, in your rags of love and speaking in the voice
    that by night became a prayer for safe arrival,
    so that one day you realized that what you wanted
    had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place
    you had lived in before you began,
    and that every step along the way, you had carried
    the heart and the mind and the promise
    that first set you off and drew you on and that you were
    more marvelous in your simple wish to find a way
    than the gilded roofs of any destination you could reach:
    as if, all along, you had thought the end point might be a city
    with golden towers, and cheering crowds,
    and turning the corner at what you thought was the end
    of the road, you found just a simple reflection,
    and a clear revelation beneath the face looking back
    and beneath it another invitation, all in one glimpse:
    like a person and a place you had sought forever,
    like a broad field of freedom that beckoned you beyond;
    like another life, and the road still stretching on.
    from Pilgrim
    ©2012 Many Rivers Press

    2 years ago
    1. O.Christina

      Thank you for sharing this, dear Carol. It is inspiring and widening my heart. Blessings be with you, my dear friend.

      2 years ago
    2. Cathie

      Carol, I can relate to your post- I too have travelled and moved too many times to count now. Maybe it is us who have moved all over who either feel home is not a place but something that goes with us – a place within us.
      Thanks for sharing the poem.

      2 years ago
    3. Mica

      I love this, Carol – ‘my head finds residence in my heart’
      I’ve added it to my gratefulness quotes

      2 years ago
  11. Mike S

    Home is where the heart is. So my home is in my love for my wife, children, grandchildren, my friends and our cat. It is in a fond memories we share together of having lived, laughed, cried and done fun or silly things. Home is in the joy of anticipation of gathering again with all that is meaningful. Lastly, but by no means an important, home is in the beautiful space in which my wife and I live here in the Lowcountry of ccoastal South Carolina, surrounded by huge and stately Live Oak trees trailing Spanish Moss.

    2 years ago
  12. Holly in Ohio

    Please come for tea or coffee.

    You approach an older house in town. It isn’t fancy. We never have much money, but it is home. There is a sign in front under a beautiful large Sugar Maple tree. It reads, “Honey for Sale.”
    You walk up a stone path past oregano and chives to enter a very large screened in porch that catches the morning sun. There is a bistro table and chairs there, a porch swing, and lots of potted plants.

    The front door opens to the living room and this is where you get the feel of the place. Not too clean, not too messy, very humble, but interesting. There are four floor-to-ceiling bookcases beside the fireplace completely filled with a wide variety of books, there are paintings filling every wall, and many curious things to look at like a stereopticon and my husband’s military trophies for competitive marksmanship. The furniture is all very old. Some of it came from the flea market and some from family, but it is clean and comfortable. The room is colorful.

    We will pass through a dining room where our family and often friends have dinner each night and talk. The kitchen is ancient and badly in need of renovation, but it is clean and smells good. There are perhaps 50 spices in a handmade shelf by the stove and a tin of curry spices a friend brought back from India. There are jars of ingredients, homemade shortbread, brownies, dried peppers from last year’s garden. We have a jar of wild bread yeast in the refrigerator for making sourdough, vegetables often from our garden, bowls of grapes and clementines. Outside the kitchen window over the sink is the bird house I have been telling you about, so close to the window! The baby sparrows in the nest must have left it just yesterday, and you will see Mr. Hopeful or some other gentleman sparrow, singing on his perch, fluffing his feathers. Beyond hi m is a back yard that among other things has a couple of apple trees I planted, currant bushes, blueberry bushes and a raised bed for salad vegetables. There is a back fence, and beyond it a very large Victorian dormitory owned by the local college.

    We get our tea or coffee and a few nibbles. There are choices of tea, and the coffee is organic French press. Let’s go sit in the knitting room on the first floor. It is a comfortable lounge with craft supplies all around. I’m drop spinning some wool from a friend’s sheep I sheered myself. It is a lovely bright room of natural light from five large windows, and we can sit and have a nice conversation, and look out the windows at the greenery and neighbor’s house. Nathan is home, (my youngest teenage son) he is upstairs. You might hear clarinet music if he is practicing. He’s quite advanced now so it is lovely to hear him practice. My husband is at work right now, he will be home in the early afternoon.

    Thank you for coming today. You are always welcome.

    2 years ago
    1. Mica

      Wonderful, Holly in Ohio – thank you! I stopped in the middle to order a new tin of Madras curry powder from Amazon – my son assured me that the fancy grocery store in town has none and I know there’s none at my local supermarket. I was relieved to find a tin and not just jars with Western brand names. Where did I get my first tin of Madras curry powder? It was a big dark green tin.
      And your kitchen – when I was buying my condo, my realtor and the seller’s realtor were discussing how nice the kitchen would be after it was remodeled. Remodeled? I just changed the knobs on the cupboards and drawers from white ones to ceramic ones from the ReStore with white flowers on a gray background – they match the white cupboards and pale gray formica countertops. I’ve patched formica in 3 kitchens now with nail polish – white for the little holes in solid-colored formica and pink with pieces of stuff in it for the burned spot behind the stove in the pink speckled formica. I maybe only patched that one when I was getting ready to sell my house. The white patches are typically little flower-like designs.

      2 years ago
    2. Christine

      I enjoyed the visist at your home very much 😍💕

      2 years ago
      1. Holly in Ohio

        I’m so glad you both came and visited! It was fun for me, too! The “tin” box for spice from India was originally an empty spice box. I was told that in India when a woman marries she is given her own tin box or a wooden container for HER special mix of spices, favored by her region and home. I thought that a lovely tradition. This one is made of stainless steel. It has a tightly fitting lid, and a second tightly fitting lid with a knob on it under the first lid (the two lids helps keep the spices fresh), and under that there are seven little bowls, where you put YOUR favorite curry spices. I have dried cayenne and chili pods between the two lids and in the bowls turmeric, garum marsala, whole cloves, whole cardamom, pink himalayan salt, ginger, and cumin in the little bowls. You can see one like mine on Amazon, though unfortunately it is not cheap there because it is imported and the middle-men get their cuts. Mine was brought back in a suitcase at very favorable Indian exchange prices, but I treasure it more knowing someone gave up precious suitcase room to do that as a gift for me!

        It is almost impossible to think of home without thinking of the food we make for, and share, with loved ones. Food and language are the biggest portions of culture. Though we do not have Indian heritage in our home, we do love food and friends from around the world! It would be so lovely if all of us here could share a meal together. That shall be my happy thought for this evening.

        2 years ago
  13. Chester

    It’s that place where my body, mind, and spirit find safety, nourishment, replenishment, and growth.

    2 years ago
  14. SK

    Home is where my brother’s voice is.

    2 years ago
  15. Luna Mihee Kwon

    The places I call home vary, whether they’d be in the happy place I desire to get to eventually or the box of stationery that I bought with my own money. Given how the house I live in is a reflection of what lead to me being in this emotional state, I have to be more open-minded in regards to what can be considered home.

    Because as a young person, I dream of many places being potentially called home. Whether they’d be the Alpine nation of Switzerland or the place of good quality stickers in South Korea, I dream of many places to not only provide me with a life I can dream of, but also a genuine place to call home.

    2 years ago
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