what is your home? where is it? is it made up of 4 walls with a roof over head? is it made up of people? is it a place? a physical place we can go to? or is it within? like a private property only to be shared with a chosen few. so many questions, so many answers. but is the answer truly that? for some yes, others no....what was the question?
what's wrong? what's right? what's real? where you are or where you want to be? can you find your way in the dark? what do we see when we have light? what do we really see when we don't. i've been spending many hours in low light. the things i've seen, experienced here can only be seen in these moments. there is something, something indescribable that i'm seeing, something communicated in the shadows of this low light. less seen than felt, yet they do affect the way i see. so much so that stepping out i find my head is spinning. spinning with thoughts, ideas, questions, fragments of conversations i've had or want to have. disorienting at times, the pull of this. i find myself existing in one place and in another at the same time. time is moving. quickly, slowly.
this path, this way home...do i need to hurry and get there? will it wait or is this *home* being built as i make my way on this path. i'd like to think the latter. right or wrong, i believe the latter.
4 comments:
interesting questions...my home is definitely not a physical space..as i've never really been tied to any particular city or physical 4 X 4 structure...The best description of what it feels like to be home for me right now is what my intimate familia calls a "Griffin sandwhich" mama, papa and our little delicous boy in the middle...
ah. nice.
my home is not a structure. it's a state of mind. i'm not home yet but on the road to find out.
I agree; my home isn't a structure either, but it is definitely made up of many people-- some family, some friends so close that I consider them family. That's home to me.
Low light. Deep thoughts! When will I see you in person?
Wow, we should talk. Home is where the heart is, home is where you hang your hat, there's no place like home, home is the light at the end of the path, home, where the music's playing, where my thoughts escape me, where my love lies waiting silently for me.
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