Home is where the heart is -
Home is where you hang your hat
Home is where no matter who you are and what you have done, you are always welcome back
Home is where the cooking always tastes the best
Home is where we regain strength when weary and needing a rest
Home is what we long for when we feel all alone
Home is a reminder who we are and where we once came from
Home may be where we started
Home might be where we go in the end
Home is where they know you
Home is like a friend
Home is a place or a face a feeling
Not just one exact thing
Home is the castle of which
you call yourself the King
Home is the place that is kept tucked in the back corners of your mind
Home is where if you close your eyes, you will always be able to find
Home is many things, a country, a memory, a reason
But always home is where we long to be during the Holiday Season
♥ ♥ ♥
Home is a concept, the word can be different things to different people. Most times when someone says home they are referring to where they grew up. Sometimes it is a person that means home to them. Their mom, dad, siblings, significant other, kids … home may be just a memory or a very real place to go.
The word invokes feelings of warmth and love, acceptance, laughter peace. For me at least, and I think that is pretty common.
Today’s Holiday Mental Moment…
is about home.
and the holidays.
well .. duh. I mean you guys already figured that out, I am sure, since I am talking about home, and it IS the Holiday Mental Moment. Not just any old Mental Moment. It is decked out with ..boughs of holly, cards, a tree, browned butter, music, all that stuff you know? It has bells on it too. If you are very quiet you may hear them.
Home may be something different all together in the middle of summer than the during the holidays, but during the holidays, it seems there is an overwhelming need to go or be home.
If we grew up surrounded by family in a happy home with love and warmth and food and laughter, then we equate home with those things and as adults try to emulate them in the place we casually call home. But still if you ask where home is, it may be a different answer than where we live.
With air travel and trains and automobiles these days, we are a mobile society, free to move anywhere, and still be able to travel easily during the holidays but it wasn’t always like that. I say travel easily loosely as compared to say, the middle of Febraury, it is a nightmare. But I am more referring to you can live on one side of the country and be on the other in a matter of hours.
The pioneers that crossed the great plains probably never saw the place they grew up in or their extended families that stayed behind once they left.
Soldiers of the Great Wars, had probably never been more than a few hours from home, and never away during the holidays.
Our soldiers stationed overseas and unable to come home are a main focus during the holidays, and we should remember there are soldiers all over serving our country, even here in the states, who can not be home for the holidays. Just saying.
One of the most poignant Christmas songs is about being home for the holidays and was written by a soldier in WWI who, clearly could not be home.
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and Mistletoe
and presents under the tree
Christmas Day will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I may have a word or three wrong, that is just my best guess. My apologies.
I was 21 the first Christmas I was not only not physically home but nowhere near any family. I was stationed in Panama and had actually been home the first week of December but did not have enough leave to stay for Christmas. I didn’t think I would make it and that song would just rip me up. It all worked out ok though. I wasn’t the only one and with friends and good eggnog, It was actually kind of fun, but not really like Christmas at all.
I often wonder why we are drawn to home more during the holidays than any other time of the year. I wonder if we are programmed to migrate like the birds and the butterflies? What? It could happen.
Home is a longing.
Where is home to you? Close your eyes and picture home
Where will you be for the holidays?
May we be blessed with plenty of love, like being home for the holidays, if only in our dreams.
To your Mental State, whatever if may be
- It’s About the Tree – The Fifth Holiday Mental Moment (runningnakedwithscissors.com)
- A Hallmark of the Season The Sixth Holiday Mental Moment (runningnakedwithscissors.com)
- Happy Holidays! (cheekytree.wordpress.com)