"Honey, I'm home..."
Humans become attached to places.
We like seeing familiar surroundings.
The welcome sight of artwork on a wall announcing our neighborhood.
This tree right by our door, the beauty of our house.
But does it make a home?
Or is a home made by the loved ones within?
I am reminded of backpacking or canoeing.
Loading up your backpack or canoe with the things you need to live.
Then wandering whereever your feet want to go.
Or from one lake to the next.
Carrying your backpack or your canoe with you.
A portable home.
Better for its simpleness, though fragile shelter.
As the days stretch ahead of us, it's good to look at what is important.
Can you be at home whereever you are?
Can you create the peace of comfort of home in this place right now?
I think you can if you try.