Home! It’s a beautiful word rich in meaning and repose. Who can ever forget Stephen Spielberg’s ET, that wonderful little creature with his long and poignant finger pointing up in to the skies and his deep yearning expressed in that one word, “Hommmme! Hommmme!.”
As I stood on our front porch yesterday evening, with the homely aroma of cooking food permeating the air, I watched the Hadedas squawking loudly and returning home to roost in a small clump of trees down in the garden. Also the gate to our complex kept on opening and closing as people wearily returned home from a hard day’s work seeking rest and repose.
The whole scene touched me deeply and I was overcome by a wonderful sense of home, that place of shelter, belonging and rest, that place where we can fully and safely be ourselves. A sudden and deep gratitude for my home swept through me and I grasped in a new way the meaning of that little phrase – there’s no place like home. Then, in an act of meta, my heart and mind went out to those in all the disaster areas of the world whose homes lay in heaps of rubble before them. How do we even begin to grasp the anguish they’re going through?