Day Five of 31 days of five minute free-writes.
Word prompt: Home.
I remember when we first moved to Canada and people would ask ‘does it feel like home’ I wrote about it here in my early blogging days…
Love the words of Madeleine L’Engle ‘We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where your home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity, that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.’
I glimpsed it even today.
Monday does that, being Sabbath all.
It was the silence.
The water, rushing, dancing over stones,
I glimpse it
In authenticity at the table,
In the building and being,
In spontaneity and celebration
It’s in my people and those people,
With the sense of heaven.
I asked those under my roof the question ‘what does home mean to you?’
*My own bed. Family. Where memories are born. Familiar
*Closing the curtains. A blazing fire. Fire. Downtown abbey. The chatter of children in the background. Warm evenings on the deck. Watching the sunset. The hub of communication and well-being.
*A place to relax. To eat together. To play and to have fun. A place of love.
*Home is family.
*My happy place.
What a gift!
And then, one day…
I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now…come further up, come further in! –The Last Battle. C.S Lewis.