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Home Rests within the Heart

I am a creature of habit and when I return home for a visit I fall back into the hum of a very old routine. It is the drive down the river for a fresh lobster roll and a stroll along the boardwalk. I like to listen to the sound of the wind and gaze at the blue heron in the distant horizon.

It’s the familiarity of the landscape and the comfort of being close to water that ignites a quiet inspiration.

As  I reflect back on this past summer with the thoughts of  pints with friends, the warmth of my family, and the acquaintances who greet you on the street with a warm hello.

They are all a reminder that one of the greatest gifts in this world is the ability to connect with a warm smile or a gregarious laugh.

So as the west wind keeps me in one spot my heart always quietly yearns for the east coast. But blogging has helped to soothe that loss with the connection of friends throughout the world.

It is something that I am grateful for and smile to you for making me feel so much closer to home.

What does the word “home” mean to you?

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga

26 replies

  1. Home is a place I return to, giving me an unrivaled sense that I belong. When I’m there my heart enlarges and spills out over me like a muffin top. In leaving I feel restored, secured with enough rations to keep me until my eventual journey back.

  2. This post spoke of many things I love, and your true appreciation of them is one of hte reasons I keep coming back to this Blog. My sense of home keeps changing, but sometimes it is in scenery, sometime it is memory and sometimes the look in my children’s eyes

  3. Belle, the old cliche of “Home is where you hang your hat” is very true for me. Being an Army brat, I moved more than any child should, but every time we packed, it meant the possibility of starting over–tabula rassa, if you will. To this day, I still see my return to Spain in the summer as a way of leaving behind what I know best and delving into new but familiar experiences, if that makes sense. While it may be familiar to have coffee at my favorite bakery, it always brings the opportunity to meet someone new, taste a new pastry, drink from a new coffee mug. Sigh. 🙂

    1. I think it is a definite experience as an army brat when you are constantly moving but knowing that your family is with you. Spain in the summer must have been beautiful and I can only imagine the warm people that you met in your travels.

  4. Growing up an “Air Force brat,” I never even had a place I considered home until I moved to the Pacific Northwest 18 years ago. I do know that here feels more like home than any other place I’ve ever lived, if for no other reason because of its permanence. My whole life, I moved every three years without fail.

  5. Beautiful, as usual!
    Home to me, hmmm. It used to actually be a physical place – my grandmother’s house. But now her house is not hers, and she is gone. I’ve done a lot of mourning about it all, but I realized it was her that I missed the most. She was home. My parents, too, but they are far away, and in a place where I did not grow up. Really, now, I consider home to be with the people I love the most. My own parents – I feel like I am going home now when I go to visit them – and also my own little family.

  6. I can relate to your picture of home, Belle. It’s familiar: there are things about home I would change but it’s the place my feet tread. Mine is a tall forest with the smell of pine and the sound of wind in the trees.

  7. Ah yes indeed! Blogging is something that gives us life. As for you question, my blog is my second home :). You have a lovely blog here I must say.

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