Home

The word home takes on many meanings in our lives and it seems, the older we get, the complications of modern life makes it all the more difficult to find the comfort and respite we need to rejuvenate.  I've moved back to my home in Cleveland.  This is a place with great beauty and comfort, yet it still has the roughness of city living and reminders of difficult times now more than 5 years past.

There are many things I would be involved with had I not had a history here and I find myself wishing for the lack of memories ... of my being fired,  of the death of my husband, of being stalked, of the more recent robbery ... I would find myself volunteering for the local chapter of the Green Building Council, sponsoring and working with environmental groups and maybe even renting a plot in Kentucky gardens.

Still the lingering history breathes gently like a fire burning somewhere needs that needs to be extinguished or used for the greater good.  As I contemplate how to turn it in to the seeds for growth, I just ask that I be let be... that the obsessions and wounds of the past allow to be in the past.

Allow the past to provide nourishment for the future.
Allow the possible future to inspire the present.

Live with joy in the present.

Be home.