Home for me is friendship. David is my best friend so this is good.
Home is delightful delight. Home is the space I curl up in, where I am quiet, seemingly asleep, listening carefully to the fabric of my thoughts at 2am or an hour of prayer mid afternoon so intense I must move slowly to return to the world of matter.
Home is a spacious floor, a shelf full of beautiful books, Michael Hedges first thing on a spring morning.
Home is safe and challenging, gives me space to make mistakes and learn from them.
Home is company over for hours and we eat whatever is in the fridge, over piles of legos, over stacks of books I'm urging my fried to borrow, listening to our children navigate new friendship, connected to love.
Home is that space of meditation where I fly, short super heroes, messy dining room tables, lots of laundry, most special in the world tiny loud kisses with giggles, soft little hands in mine, an eager question, an insightful observation that reminds me Devyn and Matthew are ever growing more mature.
Home is a funny conversation with David, an unexpected family afternoon laughing like crazy watching Bedtime Stories on my laptop at the Baha'i Center long after the days program has ended.
Home is love, joy, peace, healing, wonder, beauty, gratitude...
I am home.
Posted by heidi at January 17, 2010 07:48 PM