(be)longing
being at home, a work in progress
The dress & the windsock each have a house, a home.
I realise homes can mean many different things, depending on where you happened to land.
If you are lucky you were born into a home where you were made to feel welcome and loved, protected and
safe, most of the time anyway; however there are many homes where growing up would be a pretty lonely affair, loveless, violent even; the blue-print for our lives is set, it
impacts on how we dare te dream; no matter that we always have a choice once we’re
all grown-up and responsible for our own actions; it is hard work this business of living a life.......we sleep, eat, watch tv, make love, relax, fight in our homes;
we watch our children growing up, leaving and returning home.
We might be bored
by the humdrum familiarity of being at home, and yet, where would we be without
this sense of belonging? Lost and looking for ‘a home’ I’m guessing, it took me quite a while to find one
Comments
wow Dee, I often feel I fail to grasp what matters, not for want of trying
true Michelle, within ourselves, although as I have mentioned to Dee, I too often lose sight of what actually matters
god Debbie, being homeless must be awful, in so many ways....
hi Susan, yes a branch could work, have now used an old brush (one of my dad's, talk about belonging)
and grounded is basically (hi, hi) what it's all about here on EARTH Liz
and heartfelt too Mo
'learning to belong to yourself' self-acceptance is one of my personal definitions of happiness Hazel, very much so (even if the idea or sense of happiness isn't foremost in my mind all the time, not consciously at least, it's best when I can forget myself)
as long as we can accept that, it'll all be okay (more or less)