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You don't know where you are going. You don't know how to get there. And you arrive just the same. Ghanaian saying

Everyday Inspiration Day Three: Home

Home is anywhere
For years or just a moment
A place to belong

Somewhere I’m welcome
Sky vast overhead shelter
Ground steadies my feet

Air breathes me alive
My food nature’s rich harvest
Night sounds hush my sleep

Rain brings me water
Rivers sparkle with beauty
Giver of all life

Earth’s people suffer
Violence rends lives asunder
I pray they find home

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Writing 101 – Home Furnishings

Duchess Goldblatt writes, “Home is a person. If you are lucky, home is yourself.”

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A few years ago I moved from a three-story townhouse I shared with my former husband to a two bedroom apartment just big enough for me. I carefully selected furniture that had accompanied me in two previous moves to begin another incarnation of my life.

I brought two blue glass bottles and tiny figurines that were my mother’s before I was born. I brought amber glass hurricane lamps that were a wedding gift to my first husband and me. I brought a tall, narrow teak bookcase that was my second husband’s which I had used for my books in our townhouse. I brought a Victorian glass-topped table with intricately carved wood beneath the glass. This came from my grandmother’s house in Alabama and sat in her parlor. I brought a desk that was my son’s in high school. I brought a picture of a cowboy riding on a dusty road that reminded me of my father who was from Texas. The things I brought with me represented every place I have ever lived. They tell me stories. They encompass my history. When I return home from an hour of running errands or a two-week trip, I put my key in the lock, open the door and breathe in the essence of home.

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