8 Feb
2014
~George Santayana
“Excuse me,” said an ocean fish, “You are older than I so can you tell me where to find this thing they call the Ocean?” “The Ocean,” said the older fish, “is the thing you are in now,” “Oh, this? But this is water. What I’m seeking is the Ocean,” said the disappointed fish as […]
a person, not a place
Camping trips
the earth
The woods. With family and children…
#Home is being with myself
For me, when I think of #Home, I think of the house I grew up in, in Westport, CT. I was fortunate to live in the same house nearly all of my life before heading off to college. Lots of great memories on 16 Taylor Lane. Home is where my family rests.
Brian
Great comments everyone. This is a very thought provoking question, Brian.
Home is a feeling of comfort. Home is God. Home is family, including distant family, including ancestors that you’re not consciously aware of. We’re all connected, distant ancestors. Therefore, home is interconnectedness.
Paz
Home is a place where you can hang your hat, preferably a hard hat. It’s a place where you can relax, put your feet up and in that moment know you are comforted by loved ones, family, and peace. Pure tranquility. It is refuge from the busy world outside. More importantly, it’s a place where you can be yourself, and no one else opinion matters because you are, indeed…at home!