Right now, I’d have to say my children and my family(siblings and parents). Unfortunately, my wife and I aren’t as close as I’d like for us to be at the moment. Last year was tough because of some decisions I made. She is who I would say feels the most like home to me if we weren’t going through it. I believe that God will restore us and bring us closer than we have ever been. Hope may answers the question.
Dear friends and kindred people close to my heart do, sharing cooking, meals together, meditating and other as well as the more difficult expereinces also, in fact any time we meet, this feeling home is present unnamed; as well my landlord who lives next door, looking after the garden so lovingly, letting the plants be their own way, taking out only very frew plants, for having planted the most beautiful fig tree which gave so much delicious fruits for the joy of so many people; nature does so intensely like tonight when the starry sky echoed in my heart in a still moment. Grateful for it all. Thank you,
All beings and places are “home” to me because my mother said to me many, many years ago when I was leaving our land and our country’s family to embark to a new place and to meet new beings who I did not know, she said wherever you be or whoever you meet make it home for home is within you and you can transcend the place to be home. For the first three months of my life in this new place and meeting these beings long, long time ago, I was trying to find home in the beings and the new environment I called home to express my homesickness and the need to be home. I was reminded that home is within me, and I can make home in all places and in all beings. I found this to be true as I have lived in various countries and met various beings, and I have learned that my actions, speeches, and thoughts make home. It is how I treat myself, that determines my home with all beings and the environment. Self love, compassion and empathy will transfer to all beings and environment; all beings and our global environment will be home.
Thank you so much for this,
dear S R . . .
and it is the Truth that lies
under the Question.
Ultimately
if we choose,
we can make a home for ourselves
anywhere. ♥
I forgot to mention Tiggs in my response! We went on a trip this weekend to visit family and when we go home today that kitty cat throwing himself on the floor and doing what we call the roll and scroll, pulling himself across the rug, is definitely a moment of home and arrival
Of course, my lovely wife, Elena, feels like home to me. But I think it’s important for me to be at home in my own skin. To be okay with my own company.
I have been adrift and lost in my own home. And I have been comforted and calmed in a cold forest.
My family and friends are the connectedness that I cherish so much and give me a sense of rootedness. A sense of home.
There is so much loneliness in the world today.
I have several folks. The “who” depends on my need. If I need a hug…. I seek out J. If I need to vent, I seek out “M”. If I need to laugh and be silly, I seek out… “J”.
I have a few who feel like home. My parents. I think they will always feel like home. We have a great relationship, and I always treasure the time we spend together, especially since I’m at the age where I have friends whose parents are passing on. My sister, Amy, feels like home. I have two other siblings who I love dearly, but Amy & I have a special bond. We’ve always clicked, despite our 14 years age difference. She lives in California now so we don’t see each other a lot, but when we do, it’s beautiful. I miss her so much! Last, but not least, my final “who” is my dear husband. He loves me like I’ve never been loved before, treats me like a queen, and makes me laugh every day. Five years ago, we were just moving in together – me and my cat into the townhouse he was living in with our dog, Ruger. Then we purchased our home in the country a few months later, and now here we are in our still newish city together, renting a nice home in a nice neighborhood. No matter where we have lived, being together has been the best part. He is truly my soulmate, and I thank God for bringing us together.
My last two trips home, mom has brought up things she’s gotten ready for when she passes on. It’s hard to talk about it. I am trying to be more aware of mortality, not just with my parents even if they are the reason I’m trying to allow it into my brain. I have never dealt with death very well.
She’s giving you a gift by planning ahead and letting you know.
A while back I got a book to read that I plan to give my daughters with some added notes: What to Do When I’m Gone: A Mother’s Wisdom to Her Daughter, by mother-daughter team Suzy Hopkins and Hallie Bateman. My mom developed vascular dementia many years before she died, so she basically packed up and left a little bit at a time. I didn’t get the chance to have conversations about what she wanted me to do or remember. Fortunately, she was a really wonderful mother and I have fantastic memories. She taught me so much as I grew up, when she was still herself.
I know more of what it’s not than what it is. I think, for me, it’s about connection, but I don’t know what that means either, though I’m learning, inch by inch. It starts with practicing remembering I’m never alone, no matter what the circumstances of life look or feel like. I’m always in the presence of my Creator and Beloved and He is in mine. The more I practice the easier it is to see that Presence in the people in front of me, wherever I am and whatever I’m doing. I begin to notice “me too,” and be able to reach out and touch and be touched by the humans who are the gifts in front of me.
Wilderness. Any wilderness. The question clearly asks ‘who’ and some may find it odd I list wilderness. But for me, there is a definite animist quality to my spirituality. I now keenly sense the power of life in all of the natural world even rocks and mountains, a lake, a pond. They have a presence and a palpable energy.
Near my place there is an access to the everglades. It is off of an interstate (!) and I can park the car and head due west on a path along a dike and within about 5 minutes be surrounded by wilderness. In about 10 minutes I can no longer hear the traffic on the highway. In about 30 minutes I can barely see the tips of the buildings to the East. There is something of home there.
I also find the feeling of belonging in a wood. Dense, misty, with lichen and moss covered ledges. Any grove in a wood of hemlocks in New England and Upstate NY surrounding me, with their cast of silence and aroma, the softness of the ground beneath due too their carpet of discarded needles, their circle, their clan, holding its ground and cooling the water running through them…
Headed off into the sea on any conveyance, a rowboat, a sailboat, a ferry, as soon as we leave shore, the water suspends me and I am held in the place between sky and sea, on the edge. Its massive tidal volume breathing from one pole to another twice a day slowly lifting and falling like the chest of a giant napping. Here too, I am strangely at home. And coming into the shore, reaching dry land, there is a sadness of parting.
So, perhaps I should have answered ‘Earth, our planet home’ but it would include the tortured manifestations of our species, from the strip mines to the strip malls. And I do not feel at home in these places.
I recently moved into my family house. It was my parents house, I lived there briefly as a teen and young adult. They both have forms of dementia and my husband, children and I moved in and they went to the in-law suite. It has been hectic AND it’s been warm and alive. It was too much house for them. I am in my meditation room and I’m watching my busy orange cat. It’s foggy outside and quiet. This was a great idea. A big family home full of love feels like home. I am grateful we are able to support each other. Please, pray for my mother, she was hospitalized last night with bowel obstruction. She is stable.
My mom died in 2014. Your content prompted me to reread a blog post I wrote after she died about my last visit https://biketoworkbarb.blogspot.com/2014/05/goodbye-mom.html. I spent all day yesterday with my daughter who’s mentioned in the post. Poignant memories.
As an extrovert, I have many people who feel like home to me.
1. Ngoc
2. Grateful Living Community
3. My family
4. My mom’s group of friends with her having a bunch of them
5. Vail place, an organization creating opportunities for people with mental health struggles to socialize, I’ve talked about before
6. My bros such as: Sean, Kyle, Josh, Aaron, and Mike with the 1st 3 from K-12 and ladder 2 from Vail Place respectively
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Right now, I’d have to say my children and my family(siblings and parents). Unfortunately, my wife and I aren’t as close as I’d like for us to be at the moment. Last year was tough because of some decisions I made. She is who I would say feels the most like home to me if we weren’t going through it. I believe that God will restore us and bring us closer than we have ever been. Hope may answers the question.
My children first, my family & my life time friends. Living in the Ocean State. Ireland also feels like home to me, everything about it I love!
Dear friends and kindred people close to my heart do, sharing cooking, meals together, meditating and other as well as the more difficult expereinces also, in fact any time we meet, this feeling home is present unnamed; as well my landlord who lives next door, looking after the garden so lovingly, letting the plants be their own way, taking out only very frew plants, for having planted the most beautiful fig tree which gave so much delicious fruits for the joy of so many people; nature does so intensely like tonight when the starry sky echoed in my heart in a still moment. Grateful for it all. Thank you,
All beings and places are “home” to me because my mother said to me many, many years ago when I was leaving our land and our country’s family to embark to a new place and to meet new beings who I did not know, she said wherever you be or whoever you meet make it home for home is within you and you can transcend the place to be home. For the first three months of my life in this new place and meeting these beings long, long time ago, I was trying to find home in the beings and the new environment I called home to express my homesickness and the need to be home. I was reminded that home is within me, and I can make home in all places and in all beings. I found this to be true as I have lived in various countries and met various beings, and I have learned that my actions, speeches, and thoughts make home. It is how I treat myself, that determines my home with all beings and the environment. Self love, compassion and empathy will transfer to all beings and environment; all beings and our global environment will be home.
Beautiful, SR, thank you.
Thank you SR
Beautiful and so insightful. ♥️
Thank you so much for this,
dear S R . . .
and it is the Truth that lies
under the Question.
Ultimately
if we choose,
we can make a home for ourselves
anywhere. ♥
Thank you S R
My dear husband.
Myself, my children, and my cat. 💓
I forgot to mention Tiggs in my response! We went on a trip this weekend to visit family and when we go home today that kitty cat throwing himself on the floor and doing what we call the roll and scroll, pulling himself across the rug, is definitely a moment of home and arrival
Of course, my lovely wife, Elena, feels like home to me. But I think it’s important for me to be at home in my own skin. To be okay with my own company.
I have been adrift and lost in my own home. And I have been comforted and calmed in a cold forest.
My family and friends are the connectedness that I cherish so much and give me a sense of rootedness. A sense of home.
There is so much loneliness in the world today.
Wise word, Charlie
Amen Charlie.
I will have to ponder this question.
I have several folks. The “who” depends on my need. If I need a hug…. I seek out J. If I need to vent, I seek out “M”. If I need to laugh and be silly, I seek out… “J”.
I have a few who feel like home. My parents. I think they will always feel like home. We have a great relationship, and I always treasure the time we spend together, especially since I’m at the age where I have friends whose parents are passing on. My sister, Amy, feels like home. I have two other siblings who I love dearly, but Amy & I have a special bond. We’ve always clicked, despite our 14 years age difference. She lives in California now so we don’t see each other a lot, but when we do, it’s beautiful. I miss her so much! Last, but not least, my final “who” is my dear husband. He loves me like I’ve never been loved before, treats me like a queen, and makes me laugh every day. Five years ago, we were just moving in together – me and my cat into the townhouse he was living in with our dog, Ruger. Then we purchased our home in the country a few months later, and now here we are in our still newish city together, renting a nice home in a nice neighborhood. No matter where we have lived, being together has been the best part. He is truly my soulmate, and I thank God for bringing us together.
I felt your joy in your posting. I lve my husband, too. I also am at “that” age with my parents. It’s sad.
My last two trips home, mom has brought up things she’s gotten ready for when she passes on. It’s hard to talk about it. I am trying to be more aware of mortality, not just with my parents even if they are the reason I’m trying to allow it into my brain. I have never dealt with death very well.
She’s giving you a gift by planning ahead and letting you know.
A while back I got a book to read that I plan to give my daughters with some added notes: What to Do When I’m Gone: A Mother’s Wisdom to Her Daughter, by mother-daughter team Suzy Hopkins and Hallie Bateman. My mom developed vascular dementia many years before she died, so she basically packed up and left a little bit at a time. I didn’t get the chance to have conversations about what she wanted me to do or remember. Fortunately, she was a really wonderful mother and I have fantastic memories. She taught me so much as I grew up, when she was still herself.
I know more of what it’s not than what it is. I think, for me, it’s about connection, but I don’t know what that means either, though I’m learning, inch by inch. It starts with practicing remembering I’m never alone, no matter what the circumstances of life look or feel like. I’m always in the presence of my Creator and Beloved and He is in mine. The more I practice the easier it is to see that Presence in the people in front of me, wherever I am and whatever I’m doing. I begin to notice “me too,” and be able to reach out and touch and be touched by the humans who are the gifts in front of me.
Thank You, Dawn
Wilderness. Any wilderness. The question clearly asks ‘who’ and some may find it odd I list wilderness. But for me, there is a definite animist quality to my spirituality. I now keenly sense the power of life in all of the natural world even rocks and mountains, a lake, a pond. They have a presence and a palpable energy.
Near my place there is an access to the everglades. It is off of an interstate (!) and I can park the car and head due west on a path along a dike and within about 5 minutes be surrounded by wilderness. In about 10 minutes I can no longer hear the traffic on the highway. In about 30 minutes I can barely see the tips of the buildings to the East. There is something of home there.
I also find the feeling of belonging in a wood. Dense, misty, with lichen and moss covered ledges. Any grove in a wood of hemlocks in New England and Upstate NY surrounding me, with their cast of silence and aroma, the softness of the ground beneath due too their carpet of discarded needles, their circle, their clan, holding its ground and cooling the water running through them…
Headed off into the sea on any conveyance, a rowboat, a sailboat, a ferry, as soon as we leave shore, the water suspends me and I am held in the place between sky and sea, on the edge. Its massive tidal volume breathing from one pole to another twice a day slowly lifting and falling like the chest of a giant napping. Here too, I am strangely at home. And coming into the shore, reaching dry land, there is a sadness of parting.
So, perhaps I should have answered ‘Earth, our planet home’ but it would include the tortured manifestations of our species, from the strip mines to the strip malls. And I do not feel at home in these places.
Beautiful and true.
Wild lands. Wilderness. Sentient creatures. Yes Howie, it does feel like home.
Thank you, Howie. I feel at home in nature, too.
This is very insightful! I almost felt being there.
I recently moved into my family house. It was my parents house, I lived there briefly as a teen and young adult. They both have forms of dementia and my husband, children and I moved in and they went to the in-law suite. It has been hectic AND it’s been warm and alive. It was too much house for them. I am in my meditation room and I’m watching my busy orange cat. It’s foggy outside and quiet. This was a great idea. A big family home full of love feels like home. I am grateful we are able to support each other. Please, pray for my mother, she was hospitalized last night with bowel obstruction. She is stable.
Will do, Avril.🙏
Healing thoughts your mother’s way dear Avril.
My heart goes out to you and your Mom.
Prayer for your Mom Avril and best wishes that all goes well in your new home full of family.
May all be well with your mother. Prayers are with all your family, dear Avril.
prayers for your Mom Avril.
Thank you
I will hold your mother in my heart,
dear Avril,
with love…♥
Thank you
Yes, of course.
Thank you
My mom always felt like home. I knew I was accepted and loved. She ‘s been gone more than 20 years now. I miss her every day.
My mom died in 2014. Your content prompted me to reread a blog post I wrote after she died about my last visit https://biketoworkbarb.blogspot.com/2014/05/goodbye-mom.html. I spent all day yesterday with my daughter who’s mentioned in the post. Poignant memories.
Same, mine has been gone for 24 yrs
same, my Mom has been gone since 2017.
As an extrovert, I have many people who feel like home to me.
1. Ngoc
2. Grateful Living Community
3. My family
4. My mom’s group of friends with her having a bunch of them
5. Vail place, an organization creating opportunities for people with mental health struggles to socialize, I’ve talked about before
6. My bros such as: Sean, Kyle, Josh, Aaron, and Mike with the 1st 3 from K-12 and ladder 2 from Vail Place respectively
Glad we’re part of your home, Loc.