"I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself." Maya Angelou
When you think of home, what images are conjured up? Your childhood home, the place where you grew up? Perhaps a job transfer took you to somewhere entirely different, and that's where you finally felt at home. I have a friend who is encouraging his elderly mother to sell the house she's owned for over forty years and move into something smaller and more manageable. This dear lady understands the logic of such a move; it makes all kinds of sense. But she feels very sentimental about her home. For her, home is synonymous with this particular house.
So many people in our country have recently lost their homes in all the foreclosures, or at the very least have sold their homes in a short sale. I have known several people in my area of California whose homes burned down in our two recent fires. Some folks hit hard times and end up homeless, with no place to call their own.
It is possible to be at home wherever you find yourself, if you believe that home is within you. Being centered, at peace, entirely comfortable with who you are. Knowing that you are loved, reaching out to love others. No matter your surroundings, no matter where you go, it is sweet to be home.
Susan
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