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Home Again

Home Again

I am Home again, and while catching up on some communications I received a ‘pingback’ from another blogsite called “Beyond The Baby Book“. For those that don’t know a pingback is a notification that someone else has posted a link back to your website or blog on their site. In this case it happened to be a previous post of mine for a Photo Challenge of “Home”. The post is below:

Home is Where the Hearth Is
Home….., home is where the hearth is. That’s my take on a popular quote:

Home is Where the Heart Is – Pliny the Elder
Now I honestly have no idea who Pliny the Elder is but I’m sure a quick search on Google or Wikipedia would answer that question. Home, is where you are most comfortable, perhaps the happiest. It can be in your own home or somewhere else with a loved one. It’s where you feel content, no false front required or desired. Hopefully home is with those you love most, your family, a wife, your children or your grandchildren.

Family, Loved Ones
Home, where the cares of the world ease, where you can be at peace and problems outside your world evaporate. It’s a place to care, and be cared for, to love and be loved. Home ….. is Home.

I also feel at home outside, in my yard. I can be in my garden or just sitting under the maple tree with a book, perhaps a beer or coffee at my side and thoughts of relaxation and calmness washing over me. Not a care, nor a concern, a oneness with life and nature ….. hold on, maybe that’s the beer talking. Better take it easy……

Holy Place
I call that place under the maple tree and surrounded by cedars my ‘Holy Place‘, and I look forward to visiting it again soon, when the spring sun comes and the warmth takes the snow away. It will be one of my outside homes.

Another area I like to call home is sitting on the deck. It’s a place to catch the morning rays of sun and perhaps the cool breezes as they wash over the space. I’ll likely hear the wind chimes playing their rich tones, like so many church bells tolling their virtues. I’ll be reading there too, or perhaps posting to the blog, or journaling my morning pages. I’ll feel the peace, the warmth of the sun and the calmness. I will be ok there, in any of those places I call home. I can recognize my fortune and acknowledge my gratitude. It’s good to be home.

A New Day

A New Day

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This morning brings another day of travel, this time back to our home to collect things needed for a longer stay in Kamloops.

The sun is shining, albeit from behind a veil of smoke. Fires burning elsewhere have left their mark on these skies, providing a grey cast to the air and a red filter for the sun.

The travel will take the better part of 7 hours and on Sunday I will do it again, retracing my path to return here with a carload of belongings.

I’m not sure how long my stay here in Kamloops will be, could be 6 months or more. The verdict is also still out on my feelings toward it. Only time will answer both.

By the Fire

By the Fire

I sit by the fire wondering, what’s my next move. Stay or go, stay or go?

Shall I stay here, outside, and gaze into the flames, pondering life and other things as deep. Or, should I leave the warmth and camaraderie of the campfire and set up inside the trailer? Take my book and find my place on the couch, or move directly to bed to continue reading there?

The flames hold a certain allure to be sure but the cheesecake and the comforts of home also have their appeal.

I, or we, have been camping for a few days now. I have been here alone for part of it while my wife had joined me for the weekend. I expect to remain, alone, for at least a few more days.

It’s much like my solitary journeys, this camping alone. I’ve taken solo trips, one man vacations as it were, and find them a mixture of loneliness and singular opportunities to learn things about oneself.

Others may scoff. You shouldn’t take vacations apart, it’s not good, you shouldn’t need to, it’s a sign of marital discord, the list goes on. Perhaps those reasons are true, and in some cases I’m sure they often are, but there are likely as many reasons why they are not. I look at those professing those opinions and wonder, are they better off? Are they happier? Do they have the key? You see these are some of the questions I ponder.