Tuesday, February 28, 2017

“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

~ Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes

I wake early, well-rested and content, basking in memories of a weekend with grandchildren but happy to be home in our own bed. It’s Tuesday but I feel the same sense of anticipation and promise that I often feel on Monday.

I’m looking forward to:

  • coffee with a friend this afternoon
  • getting my hands dirty and starting my tomato seeds
  • sharing some writing-related news
  • taking some photos
  • taking a walk

I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I can’t wait to get back to the garden!

  2. I find Angelou’s quote and the name of the poem or book it is quoted from as contradictory. While I believe all God’s children need traveling shoes, which we have adopted as our life credo at the moment, I also have that ache in my heart for home, that safe and sacred place that is just mine. The trailer satisfies that need to some degree, but it is not anything like having an acre of land, a garden to putter in, a patio to sit upon that looks out on the orchards and valley beyond. I’ve made tough choices in my life,…that was one of the toughest. I don’t regret the choice, but that quote certainly got me to thinking.

    1. You’re right about the quote and the book title contradicting one another, Martha! Many retirees here in Canada travel to escape the cold winter months–some even keep a second home in a warmer climate. None of that appeals to me as I am content at home. That said, I’m not averse to a vacation now and then but I am always happy to return to home and routine.

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