Home. It’s a big word, in spite of being just four letters. There are other big four letter words… love, hope, free…but for now, let’s be with Home.
Finding myself currently between outer homes, this word has been very alive in me recently, and I was reminded of a couple of lines from a poem I heard not long ago. I’ll paraphrase, as I don’t have the text to hand. A young woman, a refugee, said she had a home, put her hand to her heart, but that now she needed a house for it.
I realised I was at risk of disconnecting myself from my inner home, as a result of the stress of needing to find a new outer home. Not that I had any issue finding somewhere temporary, I am very blessed, but I am still unsure about where I will live longer term.
This became the reflection for one of our prompts during last week’s writing circle. First, we drew a circle in the centre of a blank piece of paper, writing the word Home inside it. Then we wrote words and phrases inside the circle, to represent ‘inner home’, followed by words or phrases outside the circle to represent ‘outer home’.
Then we shared those thoughts, and in 7 minutes, wrote a poem.
This is what I wrote.
Keys, rent, walls.
Silence, safety, pause.
Photos, laughter, food.
Roots, faith, pause.
Garden, kitchen, washing machine.
Song, heartbeat, pause.
Coats hung up to dry,
shoes leave mud on the welcome mat.
Spirit, freedom, pause.
A spare room to welcome, entertain.
When are you coming back?
Private, love, pause.
Worldly shelter, anchor.
Family, ancestor, anchor.
What is Home to you? I’d love to read your thoughts…
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