“Is this home?
Is this where I should learn to be happy?
That a home could be dark and cold.
I was told
Every day in my childhood:
Even when we grow old
‘Home will be where the heart is’ –
Never were words so true.
My heart’s far, far away;
Home is too.”
Amy picks a perfect topic for this week’s Photo Challenge, one that has been foremost on my mind lately — Home.
In November 2017, I moved into a rental house on 56 acres of Nature Preserve in Wisconsin with my partner, Steve, and the inventory of his online book business.
Three of my adult children then moved from Chicago to Oregon. They had grown up in Illinois where we had a home in the suburbs before my husband died. We each had a tough time transitioning from that stable place, that nuclear family center, to our own individual lives and partnerships. Through it all, we have maintained our loving bond and our sense of belonging to each other.
Finally, a year before the Coronavirus became news, I decided to separate from Steve and began planning a cross-country move to be closer to my kids.
I am deeply engaged in the process of establishing HOME for myself. I think the first step is finding clarity in its definition. If home is where the heart is, my home is with my family, with the children my husband and I loved into being. My heart is always with them. This is not an easy time to be a young adult. I want to be able to support them in their journeys toward maturity and purpose in this troubled world.
I had planned an April vacation with my oldest child, who lives here in Madison, to visit the rest of the family in Oregon. Those travel plans got cancelled. We have been using social technology to share thoughts, pictures, videos, and “Game Night” instead.
“Is this home?
Am I here for a day or forever?
From the world until who-knows-when.
Oh, but then
As my life has been altered once
It can change again.
Build higher walls around me,
Change every lock and key.
Nothing holds all of me.
My heart’s far, far away,
Home and free!”
~ ‘Home’ from Beauty and the Beast, lyrics by Tim Rice
I probably have no legitimate reason for feeling stuck during this lockdown. I have plenty of room to move around. But my brain had been set on change, and the change is on hold. I have more time to focus on the status quo.
I am still in this house with Steve. We are best friends, both helping each other as much as we can to learn who we are and where we truly belong. We both want happiness, for ourselves and for each other. We have lived together for 12 years and had amazing adventures. We have looked deeply at our hearts and discerned, without blame, that we find spiritual wholeness in different places.
That place of spiritual wholeness — I think that is home.
How do you know your Home?
Wow. Great shots. Love the turkey, but family says it all. Stay safe and be well.
Thanks, John. You, too!
I love this series, especially the driveway and your front yard! Thank you for sharing your family photos, beautiful.
Thanks, Amy. You really did touch on a deep subject. It’ll be interesting to see what you receive in response.
Appreciate your support! 💗
Love your hugs Priscilla, and the maturity of your friendship with Steve. Wherever you end up, don’t lose that connection!
Thanks, Tina. I know I won’t lose that connection with Steve. We are too intent at communication to let that happen!
I love the warmth in your images and words Priscilla and I hope you and Steve can make the most of the extended ‘now’ you are being given xxx
Thank you so much; that is a kind wish indeed.
Beautiful. All well to you and all yours. ❤
Thank you! And to you. 🙂
You always write so beautifully Priscilla. My heart is always with my children. I saw my daughter yesterday , from a safe distance of course, but not ebing able to hug her is always very hard for us both. My sone lives over 4 hours drive away and I have not seen him for months – except via WhatsApp which I am very grateful for. My home though and where I feel most at ease is always out in nature.
My oldest lives 1.25 hours away…and I haven’t seen her since February. The others I haven’t seen since October. Funny how I used to run into the prairie to “escape” them when they were young. Now I want to run away from the prairie to be with them!