I was on the outskirts of a discussion about divorce this morning. A coworker is in the middle of his proceedings and is telling his tale in that "This is so nuts, that it could only have happened to me alone"...but one by one, 4 of us chimed in with our own tidbits of how we related and I think we all started to breathe a bit easier. We talked about splitting up things, like retirement funds, vehicles and of course, the home. Then, from another place altogether, a friend shares her feelings of loss over her failed marriage, feelings she buried and has been hiding for some time. Feelings that are rooting out. She shares a song. My heart is strong today, but, with no one to eclipse the pain, it touches on my own lost loves as usual. I think of the place called "home". The phrase "home is where the heart is". The truth behind the trite simplicity. It takes at least two people to make a home, and it doesn't matter where that home is, or how lavish - or sparse it may be. Home can be a tiny place, but it can be the warmest and most welcoming place if it's filled with love. And sometimes it's lost, and what we call and consider home...is no longer there. It becomes a ghost while reality is pulling you down the road, your soul begs to stay behind. Division. Collecting pieces of yourself across the bare expanse, letting other's pieces go. The hardest of all, but the final test. And maybe you get hold of yourself, maybe you set up shop and keep it clean, maybe you keep your arms open and learn to be honest. Maybe a new home is being made, a foundation being laid. There is always a new day, a new place to begin. Let's be there today.
HOME - FOO FIGHTERS
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