Tuesday I traveled - an antiquing adventure -- three hours each way. Morning to Night.
As I traveled back last evening --
I felt this overwhelming emotion.
Thoughts of Homecoming.
Trying to define what that was, what that means.
I know it by the pull & tug of my heart:
Seeing Kevin, my nephew, with his son in his arms -- a homecoming.
Watching as my own Ian, arrived at the celebration -- his blue car coming up the hill -- a homecoming.
Seeing my farm as I traveled back, tired from a day away -- a homecoming.
It is a warm embrace at the end of a journey.
It is a welcome that quietly calls to you.
At my own farm, my little Chestnut kitten waits under the birdbath near the porch. All day she waits, listening for the squeak of the porch door or the flap of a wing. "Homecoming" is defined in this little kitten's world as "there you are". I like that definition about the best. It can end with an exclamation point or a "..." It is faith & hope & celebration & joy -- all wrapped up in this sweet, enduring coming home.
What does homecoming mean to you?
4 comments:
There truly is no place like home -- and that "home" is whatever we think it is. Lovely post!
Cass
Kari, you made me blush! Thanks so much for your sweet comment!
Stepping into my own front door, it's "gool".
Does anybody remember the definition of gool?
"Gool" in my childhood was "home free". "safe". So true Cheryl!
Kari
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