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Monday, July 11, 2011

A River of Stones: July 11


A small stone:
On the long drive home yesterday, I felt a deep sorrow. I missed my extended family with a tug of longing throughout the whole six and a half hour journey from Pennsylvania back to New Hampshire; my eyes welled up sporadically during the ride. I turned my face toward the window, weeping silently while my husband drove and the girls read and listened to their iPods.

More stones tumbling through the river of my mind:
Home, what is home? Home is connection, sometimes to place, but more so to the souls of our beloveds. My mother whispered into my ear in the morning as I cried into her shoulder, “I am with you always.”

It is all too easy to imagine that the essence of a living being is simply encased in skin and bones, (the way “home” may appear to be held in a place) but our bodies are permeable and the energy of who we truly are, travels on waves of love, compassion and kindness, flowing directly into our hearts and minds no matter where we happen to physically be. Still, there is great comfort in the tangible warmth and weight of arms wrapped around me in a hug, the scent of my mother’s kitchen, the resonance of my father's voice, my elder sister close enough for a silent, knowing elbow nudge when one of the kids says something funny or wise beyond their years.

My home is there. My home is here. Home is in a moment of remembering. Home is being present right now, opening to the love surrounding and filling me as I breathe. Home is next to my husband as he helps me up the steps into our house. Home is the soft tones of our daughters’ voices greeting the cats, picking them up, tufts of fur flying every-which-way. Home is my dog, wet and sweet smelling from the bath we gave her in the afternoon upon her return from her brief stay at the kennel, and the gentleness of her brown eyes looking into mine. 

Home is a river of stones, not a handful, not a single smooth pebble placed carefully in a pocket, though that simple keepsake may be a catalyst awakening us to the present moment that is indeed home.

19 comments:

  1. beautiful, laura, and full of melancholy.

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  2. I am a new reader of yours. Can't remember how I found you and not really sure that matters :) In any case, I am feeling so very blessed that I did.

    This post of yours about (((home)))is so stunning and beautiful...

    And quite timely for me, too. Thank you, new friend.

    Sending love and light to you this gentle morning as you settle back in to ((home)) and your heart..

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  3. Prairie Star, I'm not sure how to contact you, but thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you found my blog too and that today's writing was just what you needed.

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  4. Laura, I love reading your thoughts and reflections. They always open me; open my heart; resonate as true- stirring me into deeper appreciation for the gift of life and love and home and spirit. Sending you love this week and always, Ingrid

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  5. Lovely thoughts! Especially like the parellel of home to a river enironment! I live by water, so these thoughts were close to me!

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  6. Beautiful insights Laura. Home, not a place really... it is a feeling, a sense of comfort, joy and connection.

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  7. So beautifully written Laura. I am always grateful for your words.

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  8. Ahhh, I relate to this. My own family was in Kentucky for four days, for a family reunion, and I was here with the dog (and quite ill for half of that time.) I felt very alone at first, especially being so sick, and then I had to remind myself that I wasn't really alone. I had friends willing to help if needed, and always, always, the love of the One from whom all love comes... ( I was so touched by what your mother said to you)

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  9. It's wonderful that you have a loving extended family and bittersweet that distance sometimes separates your "physical" closeness. I know that your family, like your friends, are holding you close in our hearts.

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  10. I was talking with a friend over the weekend about how my cousins and I used to cry and cry whenever our visits to one another used to end. I also get weepy and melancholy every time a visit to my grandparents or from them ends. They have lived far from us for many years now and every time I leave them or the leave me, it seems to get a bit more poignant. Living far from extended family is a double-edged sword. Visiting them brings great joy, but leaving them is always so difficult. I have with time though that when people live far from you it makes you appreciate them all the more and you drink up every single blessed moment you are with them and feed on that until you get to see them next. The tears still come, but now I can often smile through them :o)

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  11. A beautiful post and the ending perfect!

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  12. Wonderful, shame we cannot be both places at once. Have a great day, mary

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  13. beautiful words from your mom...home is always where your heart is!!!

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  14. home is where the heart feels known, loved, understood

    so glad you were able to spend some time there, wrapped in that warmth

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  15. Endearing post, all the places of home, finally reside in memory and the present moment.

    Blessings and thank you, for sharing.

    The hugging arms and familiar voices sustain us too.

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  16. So beautiful, Laura. Home doesn't require anything physical; it's an energy filled with love, comfort, caring. Your mom's words are home, your thoughts of elbow nudges with your sister home. Everywhere you feel loved and comforted and filled with peace is home.

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  17. Oh I just love this Laura. And yes, how I can relate, living 1,500 miles from my parents, sister, nephew and other loved ones. But you say it so well and so eloquently: home is a handful of stones, not a single smooth pebble. I just love that.

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  18. Insightful contemplations of "home" and much appreciated right now, Laura. The last paragraph lovely.... Blessings!

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  19. Your reflection of "home" is beautiful and exactly what I believe. Love's energy is enduring,eternal. This is beautiful and I have enjoyed my morning coffee here. I need to go walk my 3 dogs and clean the house. Then exercise - not something I do with much joy. I will do all of my chores and exercise today with a light and thankful heart. Again, thank you - you do make such difference in my life.

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