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Aside from my actual home, which thankfully does feel like home, I get a home connection in retreat houses. And in more recent years I am more at home in myself.
Home is in some ways a dichotomous concept. On the one hand home is defined by our family construct — and this definition can change over our life time. On the other hand home is defined by being our true selves and being at home with that idea. I think both are important and the latter vital.
Wherever I am with my family. Also in adoration chapel. In the forrest
My current home and when my family travels to Hills Creek State Park.
In my chair, on my yoga mat, on the floor practicing Essentrics, in a lake swimming, on my bike riding by the sea, in my condo with my beloved (and without him too), in my neighbourhood, in my city, in certain churches, certain cafes, with our gratefulness group. It is about familiarity and belonging – to self, to communities, to creation, and creator.
On a windy beach or snowy mountain about to venture out on a board…
In our family home which has housed 4 generations and many more to come. Quiet, humble, full of love.
Our home here in Shoreline, nestled in the trees, ten minutes from a beach surrounded by mountain ranges with breath taking views. Feeling snug as a bug, lying in bed at night with the windows thrown open; listening to the chatter of racoons and the hoot of a Great Northern Owl. Yesterday I put amber lightbulbs in a couple of lamps, adding to the warm ambiance and quietly setting an intention.
I have also felt at home sitting under a willow tree at my grandmother’s home. To this day I love to sit and listen to the rustling of the leaves and the sounds of the outdoors around me.
And always where my heart is.
In the Eastern woods of the US. Walking on the beach by the Pacific Ocean one night, I was disappointed to be missing the Eastern woods. But I learned to love my night time walks on the beach by the Pacific Ocean.
I feel at home in the desert. Funny I ended up in the rainy Pacific Northwest!
May you learn to feel at home there, too, dear Linda –
The campsite I used to book a few times each summer in Southern Vermont…it overlooked a small reservoir.
But really, wherever my cats are is home.
I have a tendency to want to move somewhere new every few years…. So nowhere has ever really felt like home. Right now I’m saving up to buy a house in a few years….maybe that will change my perspective on this …
I’m at home in the water !
Specifically in the mountains is where I tend to feel most at home. I recall being several hours into a hike at the Tetons and finding a pause in conversation in which I looked up and was fully aware of where I was. The sound of water flowing gently down a creek bed and the soft breeze blowing wildflowers as the sun sat high in the sky and pressed up against these larger than life mountains with big puffy white clouds drifting slowly and without purpose. I remember sitting down on the bridge that crossed the creek and just being fully present in that moment. There was an overwhelming sense of emotion and when I’m feeling particularly stressed this is the home that I return to. It’s amazing the feeling the feeling nature invokes in my spirit. And how interesting that these mountains which do not move manage to move me to my core.
The Tetons are quite wonderful, aren’t they, JayJacks!
Being outside is the only time I feel safe and that I belong in the world. I especially love the mountains.
When I was younger, I always felt at home in any school that had a band or orchestra that I could join. The last employment I had, as director of a retreat house, felt like home to me. Through the years, step by step, I made my way to the work that felt exactly right. And of course, anyplace my family is, anyplace there are bodies of water nearby and birds in the trees, and that just has that feeling of “I’m home.”
New Orleans, San Diego, Toronto, and Barcelona. I can’t wait to visit those cities again.
Florida. From the start. I grew up and lived in Los Angeles until I was a 19 yr old newlywed, then I moved to Michigan. We lived in Michigan for 35 yrs, I raised my children there, owned two homes, worked and volunteered in my community and always felt like an outsider. Midwesterners are a very clanish folk. They live near their extended family and continue the friendships they forged in Kindergarten, and while friendly and kind, they are not interested in including “outsiders” into their group. I had lived there 20+ yrs before I made a friend who had also moved to the area from somwhere else. In Florida, everyone has moved here from somewhere else and is looking to connect. The palm trees, the sunshine, the warm weather and people all remind me of southern California. I am home.
Since I live in Michigan, I have to say that I’ve lived in the state for most of my life. I have not had the experience that you talk about in your post. I have found people here to be friendly and willing to step up to others’ needs. I also lived in Florida for a bit with my family when I was in middle school. The culture of Florida felt very different, but still very friendly and welcoming. Just to say, where we live and who we encounter isn’t necessarily summed up in such broad strokes.
Right here, in my home in the woods with a man who loves me (and I love him!) and our little dog –
Where I live right now. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. I always thought that I would never be a city person. After living in a suburban environment, I must admit that I really enjoy living here. A national park is only 20 minutes away for me to enjoy nature, bike and walking past paths are a plenty and yet at the same time there are so many different cultural things that a small town does not often offer. I could never move back to my hometown. Visiting is nice but that’s it,
Home is where the heart is and I truly feel at home anywhere when my heart is full and I am surrounded by my family.
In the heart centre were the Rosy-red light emanates out beyond any boundaries , visible and invisible to the outer eyes
In our Quaker meetinghouse at Westport Friends Meeting.
In certain other churches.
Among people seeking pastoral care.
In a whaleboat with my team.
Along any ocean shoreline.
In the house I am living in right now.
The home where I am right now. My first home… well, the first one that I have owned and not rented. But it’s not the home itself; it’s the love and the beings inside of it – me, my husband, our cat and dog. We are all happy and comfortable here.
I do also feel at home in the ocean, next to the ocean, and also in the mountains. I can sit in the ocean (on my surfboard) for hours and hours. But I also learned this past September that the mountains feel like home, too. I think it’s the company I keep. First with myself, and then also with my husband. He helps me feel safe. He made me realize I could trust another person again <3
So happy for you!
Beautiful, Sunnypatti! Thank you..
At the place where Karel was the love of my life. Even if he wanted to move to the moon, I would have moved with him. Since Karel passed away he lives in my heart. I always and everywhere feel protected and warmed. I prefer to be in our own house, a nice house, which is so lovingly maintained by him, but really nothing is above the place in my heart. 💛
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