Home is where I rest at. Home isn't just a place though. Home is my peoples. When I'm with my homeys, I'm at home, even when I'm traveling.
When I was younger and didn't know myself that well, I felt alienated from home because I didn't feel at home in my body. I didn't know who I was, or what I was about. Times when I was around people who didn't care about me, or in places where I had nowhere to go for food or to sleep, I felt alienated from my home.
I also feel that Earth, and anywhere on it is my home. Where I live is my home. When I'm away from where I live, I miss routine, normal bedtime, free food, and the comfortable space I've created.
Home is space I carry with me. It's how I look at the world and how show myself to the world. Home is being accepted and respected. Home is when I offer hospitality or kindness to others. Home grows with confidence and feelings of self-worth. Home is where you end up when you feel weak and need support.
When I'm not at home, I miss security and intuition, knowledge of what I'm about, and good company.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
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