GOING HOME
Where is home? What is home? I have dreamed of going there times without end.
Is it a flavor or aroma from days gone by? Is it the sweet or pungent taste of a favorite meal from childhood?
Is the the feel of summertime grass under your younger feet? Or is it the wind in your hair, as you rode the bike, that felt like an extension of yourself.
Is the memory of loved one's laugh, or the unique way in which they smiled, even if they are no longer with us
Home is all of these things and more. For they are always in our memory and put away heart, to be taken out every so often. They are a treasure of our life. They will always be in our memory, wherever we are in time or place.
And the beauty of that is, that they very much belong in what we call the here and now. They also share a place with the new memories we continue to make.
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I came into the world most likely as any typical stray cat. And to make my beginnings a little more non auspicious, I was born under a house in a mobile home park. But my very first glimpse of a human, was beautiful. The lady whose house I presumed my siblings and I were born under, was beautiful. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes with wisdom I had ever seen. And being a newborn, I hadn't seen much. She brought us and our mother into her house, and make us a nice soft bed to sleep. It was here I spent the first few weeks of my life.
By jackie yamada5 years ago in Petlife
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