Home
Good morning, it has been awhile since I’ve written. I thought I might pick blogging up again. Please pour yourself a cup of coffee or grab a small bite to eat, and settle into your home.
“Rivendell was the perfect house, whether you liked food or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear and sadness. Evil things did not come into that valley” - J. R. R. Tolkien
“Don’t jump off the cliff!,” Rachel screamed as she ran towards her sister, Sarah.
Sarah stood at the edge weighing her recklessness. She found herself stuck between the tip of a sword or a freefall into the dark unknown waters below.
“Don’t you dare move!,” snarled the evil witch. “You are my prisoner!”
Before Sarah could move, Rachel pushed the evil witch into the water. Distant screams bounced across the canyon walls as the sisters ran towards the safety of the forest. Looming branches pulled their dresses begging them to stay on the forest path as they traveled deeper into the woods.
“Girls, it’s time for supper!,” Mom calls to us as we pause our story and run to the dinner table. Ten seconds ago we called ourselves warrior princesses, now we call ourselves Paige and Jillian. Our Dad joins us along with our small dog. We sit around the table as a family, eat our mom’s delicious food, and laugh about the day. All the while we know we are safe and we are loved.
As time passes on, the Barbies are left behind and the house grows quieter. Although weathered with age, the house remains alive. For over time it has delicately collected the stories discovered within it’s walls, waiting ever so patiently for someone to open a room and listen to it’s many tales.
As I’ve grown older, I’ve longed for home. I thought my childhood house represented home, but as life changes, I’ve come to define home as a feeling. Home is a peaceful comfort and an ever-growing love. It’s what you need when your sadness stays its welcome, when your heart needs to share the best of news, or a place to land when you fray off the forest path.
Trust those who say “I feel at home when I’m with you.” Between family phone calls, Ian’s hugs, Patton’s snuggles, and my friend’s time, it is my loved ones that make up my home. Nothing in life is permanent. You may move to a different state, change your career, lose somebody, or decide to change your appearance. In between life’s ebbs and flows, our “home” tethers us together. We are ever so lucky to hold on.
I hope you call your loved one today, catch up with a friend, or give a hug to your dog. Know you are cared for and that you are someone’s home.
Cheers,
The Daily Paige
