Welcome to my blogging home, dear readers.
Yesterday, in the home office of a major medical institution in Boston, a therapy group discussed the topic of “home.” This hit home for me, because soon I’ll be changing my current home for a different one.
I asked the group to write, draw, or otherwise express thoughts and feelings about home. Here’s what I did:
From my home this morning, I’d like to share this music about home.
As I look at my list of “What Makes a Home a Home?” from the comfort of my home, I see that I wrote “pictures.” Here are more pictures from yesterday.
I also wrote that “People make the home” and listed gratitude on “What makes a home a home?” Many thanks to the people in my therapy groups, to my bass-playing dentist Dr. Del Castillo, to my friend Deb, to Simon & Garfunkel, to all the other people who help make this my blogging home, and to you — of course! — for visiting me in my home, here and now.
In honor of the 50th anniversary of the release in the USA of the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper, here’s another Home song:
Nice pictures!! ;-)……and awesome blog of course!
Your awesome office feels like home, Dr. Del Castillo!
Home is where you can be what you are where you are, Ann. Right in this comment box right now for me …
I love where you are, Mark.
Home is a sanctuary. Where, as soon as you walk in the door, you feel lighter. Home is were you can have a cup of tea with a friend and reset the day. I hope your new home brings you and your people security and comfort
Thanks for being my friend here and resetting the day. I feel lighter now.
Anne, having just moved from MA to North Carolina (!) I can relate powerfully to the concept of “home.” Hope your move goes smoothly.
I hope things go smoothy for both of us. Many thanks for visiting my blogging home.
I love the turret room Ann!! Home is where you make it …. although my roots are still in Scotland. đź’›
I love the turret room, Scotland, and you, Val!
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I always felt like home was where my parents were. Then they moved to a new state after I was an adult and I hadn’t grown up in the house they lived in. That made ‘home’ a bit weirder, but it was still home, because they lived there. Then they died. And now I don’t know where home is anymore. Though we kept the house they lived in on the lake and we meet there perhaps once a year and that is sort of home. But not.
I can relate, Dawn. I am so grateful whenever you visit my blogging home . <3
Home is where the heart is. If the love is not there the house is merely a shelter and not a home.
I love this comment, Lilka. <3
Home is where I won’t be if someone dials-a-bat to be delivered there. However, I’ll take any other animal that will clean my windows. They really need it!
You’d let a fish clean your windows? Thanks for decorating my blogging home with this great comment.
I’d let a horseshoe crab clean my windows if I didn’t have to do it.
Last weekend I joined a reunion of people with whom I went to school in England. Some of us hadn’t seen each other in twenty-five years. I made the trip in two parts. First I spent the night in a friend’s home in Cincinnati then we drove to Chicago where two friends opened their home to our little group. Some of my old friends brought their spouses who I felt became new friends.
It meant a lot to be invited into peoples’ homes, and reminded me how I often think of blogs as someone’s home: intimate spaces where old friends and new friends can connect.
Thank you for opening your home to us.
I really like what you wrote here, Christopher. I often appreciate your comments and rarely say that. So this time, I am. Wishing you well.
Thanks for another great visit, Chris. And you, too, Maureen.
Glad I stopped by your home today!
I love your visits to this blogging home, Ruth!
whooot!
Yay, Carol!
I hope that your move goes smoothly, Ann, and that your new neighbours are wonderful. I know that you’ve got the music, pictures and loved ones covered already.
You’re a wonderful blogging neighbor, Maureen.
I haven’t read your blogs yet but just lovely your blog name!! Living non judgmentally sounds so amazing. I’m trying to!
I’m trying to, also! Thanks for the amazing comment.
Home is where the heart is my friend- I am so happy that you have found your new home where your heart will reside along with those in your heart. Here’s one for you and Michael
https://youtu.be/zDH2E2wWjc0
You’re my friend, Lisa. <3
Are you there yet?
Not yet. That home will be ours at the end of June.
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Home again home again jiggity jig. I love the world and exploring it. But I love coming home.
I love your coming to my blogging home, Colleen.
🙂 Me too Ann. <3
It’s nice to travel, but it’s even nicer to come home!
I’m traveling back in time to find this comment, Peter. Thanks for making this blogging place such a nice home!
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