Despite the bad lighting and the blurriness, this photo is one of my favorites. It was taken in the stairwell looking up to the landing out the window, with jackets resting at the top. For me it always conjures a sense of “home,” even though that particular house is due to be torn down soon.
One of the themes I keep returning to is the notion of “home.” Is it a place? A feeling? A person? An idea? Just when I think I have a grip on what “home” is to me, it changes form like a shapeshifter before my eyes. This is not to say that it is constantly eluding me, but to say that it is constantly evolving.
At current, “home” to me is the feeling that you get down in your belly when you’re breathing deep and clear, present in the moment at hand. “Home” is when my mind is free to wander with ideas of new projects…quiet enough to let the good stuff filter through without doubt or second guessing.
Home is definitly the place where i can let my guard down all the way. Where i can hang out in PJ pants and knit swatches, and flip through books full of ideas. Where i can bake a cake in the middle of the night, and where i go when i just want some peace.
I like the way you describe it, the feeling in your belly.
Happy new year.
“Is it a place? A feeling? A person? An idea?”
It is definitely a combination of things…One can be at home not always at the same place. There are people that makes us feel that we’ve got there. There are projects and figments of our imagination that are even more cozy than “home”. But mostly it is something like being at the right place, with the right people(this right being sometimes alone), feeling good (and centered) about your self.
A mixed feeling between peace, destiny and accomplisment as if you had breathed deeply for the first time.
for awhile i moved every 3-4 months, across the country a few times and back. my friends were also always on the go, traveling around the world. everything was in motion and “home” for me was getting more and more confusing.
i did this painting back then with the text “homesick for something that does not exist” which at the time summed up my feeling about “home”…. your entry made me remeber that…