home......
i often wonder about the many meanings of that word..... primarily.. it's here...life on earth... mother nature, what she provides... for all of humanity.. no divisive lines
but especially in light of all the mass movement of refugees, currently from Ukraine, and for many in so many countries ......... the loss of their culture , place , language, rituals.. .. they may have a home, a bed, a structure, but often losing the way to communicate shared memories... and not yet aquiring the language to communicat some of their deepest losses ,sorrows, hopes and dreams.
so too with climate change.... we see the destruction from fire, hurricanes and earthquakes, communities wiped out.. living unimaginable after its wake..... and with the destabilization of the world..environmentally, politically , financially.. socially, on and on...we turn to each other.. count on each other...power of each other for all humanity,. equally......
in the literal and visual sense.......home generally, but not for so many is conveyed as a safe haven.. a place that you can return to at the end of the day..... cook your meals, read, work, make love and go to sleep in your own bed.. nothing like it...
But home is so much more.... it's not just the structure, but home is what happens inside... our stuff while precious to us is just an accumulation ..... we can't take it with us.. but yes it has so much importance to most of us/Me Too!!!.... .especially irreplaceable momentos, and precious items passed down through families; our art work,books, things we want to leave to create a legacy
the bottom line...is how you live your life... and how you are with the people in your life.... family , friends , loved ones, the world at large..... these people are also home.. they are my home..
so while it might be grand to think of having a big home.. or a home with a lot of amenities.... in reality.. it doesn’t so much matter.... big or small. the same cultivations of thought and purpose , dignity and life occur in a tent, an apartment or a big or small home...even those who find themselves on the street bc of so many ills in our system that lets people fall through the cracks.....they too make a home.. if you stop to notice and look...they even create one on a corner in the street., their corner or block......
home is important.... everyone deserves and is entitled to a place called home...EVERYONE
so when i see this home, which i drove by for many days.. i found myself staring at... it was beautiful to me... and wondered about the life and family inside.... as i do often when i walk this earth... we are all family..
in particular, I love the homes in the West Indies, including Cuba, . but i love them in other places of the world.. even in this country esp in rural areas.. i wonder about the life lived before ... about the families who might have been there... the old ones from a generation long gone.. but still used and life manifested.. i think back to those times.. imaging how life was different.. and often when i see abandoned spaces i walk through them and pick up remnants of things..... and spend time in the rooms (even if i trespass i find my way.. the forbidden sign doesnt stop me-) naughty nina...
recently i was in an abandoned hotel that had been therefor a ton of years.. now occupied by goats, vegetation growing inside..., broken shards of pottery , mirrors... bandaid boxes.. and other things........ a whole world of a time when it was occupied by many....... i collected some tiles. as i also did in Cuba,, even if i found tiny ones...
Home IS where the heart is......its ALL of US.
