‘Coming Home‘ by SaRidie
What does it mean to come home?
Is it simply arriving at a familiar destination, or can it not also be a notion of unique understanding?
Is it a fleeting moment in time or might it also offer being present to another over a lifetime of years?
Perhaps the thought of – or the nearness to – something sacred may be all you need to be at home – to feel the relief of belonging and the closeness of something meaningful.
Sometimes mere proximity is enough…
Coming home is
the first snowfall of winter, just beyond the windowpane this morning.
It’s the cadence of breath from the dog and the warm body sharing the bed.
It’s the cuckoo clock – marking time in its own weight, measuring the years of a family,
and a sunrise walk with the dog when the moon is still there too, guiding your way.
A box of Girl Scout cookies left on the front porch by a neighbor
and the familiar creak of the stairs, and sound of breakfast puttering in the kitchen are part of it,
and so are hands that fit just so around a warm mug in the morning.
It’s a “Hello?” just inside the backdoor when one of the kids comes home,
and a good book that waits with you at the airport, or the train station, or the dentist’s office.
Coming home is the the nascent sun, gaining strength and trajectory as spring draws near,
and also the patient remnants of last year’s garden – scraggly and limp detritus, wanting for re-creation.
Coming home is stepping into the quiet of the classroom before the new day begins, and loving who will be there soon,
and the thought of an afternoon nap to revive.
It is the dog at the front window, watchful for your homecoming, and a comfy couch waiting to receive your heft.
Coming home is snippets and ruminations and slices
for a new March,
of writing and reading
with you.
oh my! Perfect! This is so well written. I love the thoughts behind coming home as well as your starting image. It has spurred some idea for tomorrows writing if I can put it together. Nothing poetic but a thought of what is home. Thanks for sharing this –
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Thank you! You have inspired me many a time so I’m happy this piece did that for you!
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The beauty of this post is the symmetry. The questions in the beginning offer the reader a moment to ponder the essence of home. Then, you answer the question with all the small, ordinary luxuries of home. Thank you for making me think, and then filling my cup!
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Thank you! I have always loved reading your posts as well…
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I love this, Deb. Home is such a special word.
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Thank you. Starting the March slices again really did make me feel like I was coming home again to a space and company that I really value 🙂
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