Are we all just the tales that we tell…”

The chorus of Feeling of Home, new from The East Pointers:

Soul’s invisible, a bit unknown, a little tragic
On a lonely boat, where the longing never ends
Here, then we’re gone, we can’t do this alone
Carrying on, we’re still looking for that feeling of home

The “feeling of home” has been much on my mind, as Lisa and I reimagine together the blue-house-with-the-red-roof to be ours, an exercise in crafting a feeling as much as it is about organizing, painting and rearranging. It’s big, making space—physical, emotional, spiritual—in this house that has been home, in one guise, to me for so long (as long as I can remember living somewhere).

It is a welcoming embrace to Lisa and L., a finding of nooks where stillness can be found, a stanching of the uproot, all of that.

But it’s also about giving myself permission to find hope, future, joy, in a space that was, for so many years, a place of vigilance, expectation, unease, fear, grief.

It is welcoming myself home too.

We get tied in knots, and we try so hard
And it takes everything that we got
And it can breaks our hearts


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Vbj on October 24, 2023 - 22:36 Permalink

So happy for you all as you make your way.

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Laurie on October 25, 2023 - 13:18 Permalink

"Giving myself permission to find hope, future, joy . . ." This phrase covers so many phases of our lives. As I grow older, and (perhaps mistakenly) convince myself that more and more doors are closed to me, I find it especially meaningful. Thank you for it.

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Oliver on October 26, 2023 - 21:30 Permalink

My heart's with you, and glad to be there, because I know you'll succeed!