I know I said I wasn’t going to tell my word of the year what to mean to me ahead of time.
Still. I have some lovely thoughts swirling about what home does mean to me, and what it might mean to me in this coming year.
Home feels like a place, but not a building.
Have you ever been on holiday and referred to returning to your hotel room at the end of the day as, “going home”? Returning to that place where you take your shoes off (even if they are flip-flops) and settle in to cuddle with a loved one – that can be home.
I am also keen to explore being at home with myself.
Am I at home in and with myself? Yes, I think I am. Sometimes. How do I know?
When I feel at home in myself, that feeling is stronger than anything around me – then it’s not about the building or the weather, the neighbourhood or the country. It’s not about the company I keep or the activities I engage in.
It’s a breath of fresh air, it’s a still pool of clear water, it’s quiet in my head.
Have you ever decided to buy a new car and you see that car everywhere on the road? Now I am hearing songs at every turn with lyrics on the theme of home.
Seems a desire for home is universal.
This one came from Kendal’s Calm the Folk Down 8tracks mix.