One thing we’ve learned this summer is that a house is not an end in itself, any more than “home” is just one geographic location where things feel safe and familiar. Home can be anyplace in which we create our own sense of rest and peace as we tend to the spaces in which we eat and sleep and play. It is a place that we create and re-create in every moment, at every stage of our lives, a place where the plain and common becomes cherished and the ordinary becomes sacred.
― Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir
Painting: Edward Gordon, Wind from the Sea, via The Sensual Starfish
true.
Isn’t it though!?!
yes, home is truly a state of mind and heart.
It really is…
True enough…but how I’d love that ocean view from my front window. ☺
Me too. Me too!
I can almost feel that breeze coming right through the photo.
I’m with you Andwele. What talent to be able to paint on a canvas and leave the admirer able to feel the work.
Home is truly where the heart is.
I agree completely. We call it our island rather than “home”. Since seeing the TV series “Lost” we have occasionally ‘moved the island’ which is our metaphoric way of recognizing that we have allowed the exterior influences of the world to alter the serene and peaceful world of the island and we need to take measures to shore up the island defenses against those influences, thus…moving the island. 😀
“Moving the island” – love this analogy Mrs. P. Thanks for sharing your thoughtful comment.
So much of home is the people you share it with.
“…the ordinary becomes sacred.” I love that! Home is definitely an oasis to those of us who value it 🙂
Yes. The close carried the punch. Loved it too…