Bill,
The topic always fascinates me, and you're well into this. You allude to
the shell that an alleged home can be. You deepen the process by allowing
openly that anything can be there.
There is a sense of distant reflection about the concept of home in
relation to being somewhere and to helping define us. There are breakages
and any number of things that keep that from being the case.
The beautiful ones (and those to be) stay possible. That hope keeps us
trying to reach what we believe may be home.
Thanks. Sheila
On Tue, Jul 18, 2017 at 3:17 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> Drive a nail home.
> Where has it been, the nail?
> Away.
> Unaligned.
> Unfixed.
> A vagabond nail.
> Home is in.
>
> Home is where the heart is.
> Heart, home,
> both setting off points,
> so much springing off,
> returning,
> setting off again,
> or not.
>
> Hit a home run.
> Hare off and get back again.
> The truth hits home,
> not taps, touches, snicks.
> Hits. Pow.
> No intermediary,
> straight through to the keeper.
>
> Real estate agents reckon
> they sell homes
> to homebuyers.
> They don't.
> Homes are made.
> With bits of us.
> Homes accumulate stuff,
>
> become sites
> of spent emotion,
> declaration, hope,
> exhaustion.
> Homes absorb,
> replenish, galvanise.
> Welcome.
>
> Ding dong.
>
> bw
> 19.7.17
>
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