And where the bear leaves us one apple, to share.
"There's a land in the West where nature is blessed
With a beauty so vast and austere,
And though you have flown off to cities unknown,
Your memories bring you back here.
'Home on the Range,' Anonymous
Last night a group of us shared what "Home" means to each one. Of course the thought of home stretches to encompass each woman's experience, knowledge and wisdom. It includes memories, senses, place. It includes the full spectrum of emotion, feelings, beginnings and departures. It includes Human, and Being.
As we went around our circle, often the speaker would come home to the center of her being and tears would flow. We ate a sumptuous potluck with three desserts. For all of us home includes delicious, nutritious, colorful food, family, friends and for most... a dog or two.
Home is to share. Home is sacred. Home is a white room, with an open window softened by breezy sheer curtains.
Home is a backpack or suitcase, home is a shopping cart. Home can be lost or destroyed, blown up or blown away.
Poem in Thanks
by Thomas Lux
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in- and exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood for fire,
the light---both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back, fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold: thank you.
Thank you, Lord, coming for
to carry me here---where I'll gnash
it out, Lord, where I'll calm
and work, Lord, thank you
for the goddamn birds singing!