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Home is where...

Ten years ago, this month, I wrote this:

I used to know what home means;
A word with deep springs,
Memories of our things.

A place always present;
A place always warm;
The arms of Dad and Mom.

Home smelled just so,
Clean clothes in the laundry
Wooden toys in the Nursery.

The egg-man came on Tuesdays.
The air of his clothes,
Still sweet in my nose.

The milk-man, the post-man
Came on their days,
And it was simple, that place.

We built forts in the ravine
And in the snowbanks.
Snowballs and boys’s pranks.

A climber’s apple tree
At the top of the drive;
At the top I felt full alive.

An endlessly large lawn
For Dad to mow-
Wait till I grow.

My room, spool beds
And a small phonograph;
Makes me laugh.

It was all so simple, so rich.
I knew every view,
Each texture, every hue.

From the landing and banister,
The closets in every hall,
I knew them all;

And still do; these sweet visions
Meant home for years;
Hopes, joys and tears.

Oh, I’d go back if I could;
Call back those times,
Catch it in rhymes.

But it’s gone, and so small.
I’m an older man now,
And with time’s flow

I’ve grown bigger, and home
Is smaller to my eyes;
With memory’s new size.

And home means new life,
A new body in the Spirit,
A new place, and I’m near it.

Home is heaven – 
This is what I now know.
Heavenward’s where I’d go.

I do know what home means.
That once “mine” was the type.
This one is forever – 
Home with Christ.

Last night we watched, for the umpteenth time, the movie Les Miserables, with Liam Neeson (1998). I used this movie in my Religion classes at Episcopal High School for five years, and regard this film as an All About Grace classic.

One of my favorite lines in the film comes in the scene where teenaged Cossette has her first "date" with Marius. She says, "My father is a good man. I grew up in my father's love. His love is my home."

There are many themes to this book, and to this film. One of them is certainly the homelessness of Jean Valjean and Cossette. He is ever seeking to live free from the past judgments of the Law. She must live wherever he is, as she has no other family. How else might home be described but in these immortal words?

Just today I was listening to a talk by Greg Scharf at Insight Meditation Society. It was a talk entitled "Independent Abiding", and in it he quoted a Teacher who said, "Awareness is our home." That caught my attention, especially in its resonance with the words of Cossette. (I would define "awareness" as compassionate/loving curiosity about self.)

Just now I sat on the sunny deck at our Grafton home, watching the autumn leaves fall. Peaceful.

Rather than synthesize all of this and wrap up this blog entry in a flurry of words I will simply leave it here...home.

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