it's not so
very far
to my mother's
home
the journey allows
for a blurring of worlds
to a place
we know as
belonging
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31 comments:
Sweet belonging. Wow. As usual, amazing photos!
No place ever feels as safe and secure as mom's home - cause it always feels like your home.
Great read before going to bed. Thanks.
xoxo
Wonderful photos. In winter weather, you're not riding your bike there, are you?
Simply stunning! It makes me want to rush in a blur to get to a place of belonging too.
Agreat way to describe the transition from being parent, back to being child of your parent, each time you go 'home'.
Did I just say this? If so, sorry - but it disappeared a little fast for me to tell...
A great way to describe the transition between being a parent, to being a child of your parent, each time you return home.
And isn't that a wonderful place?
hello eryl, her home isn't one i grew up in but it's her home and that's what matters! have a lovely day. steven
hello jinksy - it's a reall transition - from adult parent to adult child - happily as time has passed it's become more a relationship of adult friends. have a peaceful day. steven
hello kass - thanks - i love the blur of looking sideways out of a car window - the colours and forms all meld into streaks as you know and for some reason that has always held an appeal for me. after i got over it making me carsick!!! have a lovely day. steven
hi dan - nope both bikes are indoors now - one on training rollers to keep me fit and the other in its winter meditative state, reflecting on the season that was. i get driven places or i walk or i take public transit. it's been mild enough to bike the past week or so and the weather person says that should stay that way for two more weeks so i'm tempted to ride for a while. the coldest i'v ridden in is minus twenty eight celsius. i'm older and a little wiser now. have a peaceful day in the warm west. steven
hi sixpence - i'm very fortunate in many ways and i'm pleased that this made your evening even happier!!! have a lovely day today. steven
hello jenny stevning - thankyou very much. steven
Beautifully done post. Made me miss my own mother...
hi pauline - thankyou. i'm sure that she is with you in many ways. have a peaceful day. steven
So many of the old sayings last because they are so true - one of my favorites is "Home is where the heart is".
Your pictures are so in tune with your words, Steven.
hello golden west! thankyou for this thoughtful comment. there are many of what we describe as the old sayings that carry simple, deep truths that help make sense of day-to-day life and provide invaluable direction. i imagine that's why they've remained a part of our experience for so long. have a peaceful and warm day!! steven
Steven
I visit my mom and dad almost everyday and it's nice to feel I belong and can always go back.
I love your writing and your pictures are breath-taking!
Best
Tracy :)
Although I never had this feeling of belonging from my own parents, my dear auntie always signs her correspondence "with love and belonging". It gives me that unconditional warm woolly feeling of love.
You are so lucky to still have your mother on this planet, nearby...she certainly did a good job either genetically or by parenting you in such a way to allow you to be STEVEN!
Your photos make me anxious to get there! Beautifully still at first and then whoosh! Can't wait!
I especially love the first shot- am feeling melancholy and it suits my mood perfectly...
Sweet, but like Willow I never really experienced that.
I love it! it's journey to find where you belong and this little poem says so much
So many of us have a Heimat, a place where we belong. Come and join us.
Over the river and through the woods! How beautiful. I, too, never experienced that wonderful belonging, but I am so glad that you do!
I always felt that way visiting my parents; I hope my children feel the same. Love the photos, Steven. Brrrrr, it looks cold; an invigorating ride on your bike or in the car?
Fabulous photos ...I too have been home this weekend....but as we all get older the belonging is shifting....but the love is constant.xx
I like the first picture very much! It reminds me a peaceful place, the countryside with the snow... ah!
It's so nice to feel a place like our home!
have a wonderful Sunday!
Steven you have captured the ethos of home in your lovely poem. "Belonging" is the essence of home. Before my folks died, when I went back to visit through the years, I never knocked, I just went in and said, "I'm, home!"
My kids are more polite, I guess, because they knock now when they come to visit, but I tell them no need. Great photos.
Hi Steven
your first picture I find stunning.
An accepting parent is a treasure. Being in their company always feels like home. I think we are each trying to find that sense of home in a spiritual context. Our parents or carers can provide us with the model to aspire towards.
Happy days
These photographs have the same mysterious quality that your words do. "Blurring of worlds" is a phrase or idea which really intrigues me. Isn't your mother still in England? Or are you speaking metaphorically about her?
how wonderful to feel belonging in your mother's home.
much love
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