"Everyday is a journey and the journey itself is home"----Matsuo Basho
"Home is the nicest word there is"----Laura Ingalls Wilder
"How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?"----Bob Dylan
Midweek Motif ~ Home
A home is a full stop to being a nomadic. And add to that a little safety, comfort, freedom, a space to be. Especially for a creative mind "A room of one's own" is a must.
The saying home is where the heart is extends the meaning of home beyond the four walls. One may feel at home where ever they are or with whoever they are.
Creating a sense of home in our lines is our aim today.
A couple of poems to inspire you:
He told a homely taleby Emily Dickinson
He told a homely tale
And spotted it with tears--
Upon his infant face was set
The Cicatrice of years--
All crumpled was the cheek
No other kiss had known
Than flake of snow, divided with
The Redbreast of the barn--
If Mother--in the Grave--
Or Father-- on the Sea--
Or Father in the Firmament--
Or Brethren, had he--
If Commonwealth below,
Or Commonwealth above
Have missed a Barefoot Citizen--
I've ransomed it--alive--
Home thoughtsby Carl Sandburg
THE SEA rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
Speak to me of how you miss me.
Tell me the hours go long and slow.
Speak to me of the drag on your heart.
The iron drag of the long days.
I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day, empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.
Speak to me ...
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(Next week Susan's Midweek Motif will be Organic)