“The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ~Maya Angelou
Home is a powerful word. It brings to mind images of our dream home or a childhood home, a city, or the people and occasions that symbolize the idea of home for us.
For me, home is a feeling. I’ve felt at home in many cities around the world, at museums and theaters, in parks, on rivers, at the ocean, and up in the air. Many times, home has been a yoga mat or a good book that lets me lose myself for a good long while in an effort to find myself again. Sometimes it’s a long walk with Phin or a long talk with a good friend. Home for me means comfort, somewhere that lets me be who I am without apology or explanation. A place where I can feel all my feelings and manage my way through them.
Now as I make a new new life in Washington, I’m hoping that I can help other people find that meaning of home, too. Maybe it will be through my volunteer work or teaching yoga or somehow sharing my writing in some format. What I do know is that there are a lot of people who need to find and feel the true meaning of home in their lives who’ve either never had the feeling before or who haven’t felt it for a long time. I understand that feeling of searching for home all too well. I’m spent most of my life in that mode, and I think I can help.