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November 28, 2014 / Mettā Reiki Center

Where Our Hearts Are

I’ve had a thought in my mind most of the day today that I have struggled to put into words. This is the best I can do:

I saw people today that couldn’t be home for Thanksgiving because they are very, very sick. Later, I saw a man with a sign as I was driving between hospitals who had no home, and gave him a crocheted scarf because it’s crazy cold outside (non-sequitur – time to make more, it was my last one).

I have many friends with enormous, beautiful brick and marble homes who are able to see and appreciate the beauty of the home I live in, even though it is much smaller and more humble than where they live. They appreciate the love and care we’ve put into it so that it may be a safe and loving place for our daughter to grow. These people know we may not be fancy, but we work hard and love deeply. The people that recognize and respect the beauty and love of our home – despite it’s imperfections – are the ones I consider our true friends, and we see the same beauty and love in their homes that they see in ours, regardless of how big or small or how tidy it may or may not be.

At my job, we know that when we enter a patient’s house, it’s their home – rich or poor, whether their dishes are Lenox or Goodwill, whether they have beans or caviar for dinner – it is where their families and hearts reside, the roof that they work tirelessly to keep shelter over their beloved families. There is incredible beauty under those roofs, whether large or small, concrete or tin, or anything in between. We just have to open our eyes to see it.

Today I am thankful for home.

“One’s home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening — the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life — and can never find again. After you leave home, you may find yourself feeling homesick, even if you have a new home that has nicer wallpaper and a more efficient dishwasher than the home in which you grew up.” ~Lemony Snicket



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