sábado, febrero 27, 2016
Home and Heart Are Inseparable.
I am reading about, and reflecting on, home. I find that home, for me, is far from just a place to hang my hat; it is an extension of my heart. Those I welcome into my home are those who have already found a place in my heart. Similarly, those who have a place in my heart are always welcome in my home. Sure, we can always meet at a local coffee shop; it will be cleaner, and there won't be a crazy dog running around. But when someone is a part of my life, I'm not afraid to let them see my mess, and I will love them enough to deal with my crazy little dog so that they can relax and rest and laugh and cry over a cup of tea or cocoa. I assume the same is true of others (which isn't the case), so that is why I feel a certain distance, an odd and uncomfortable unfriendliness, when people I know are obviously hesitant to allow me into their homes to visit. By having others into my home, I am opening my life to them; they see my messes on the table, and they see my interests on the bookshelves. Our guests see that our house was built to be used in comfort, a place to find peace and rest.
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