your bright glow
matches my summer soul.
your sky indigo
I hibernate and am made whole
that journey long ago
taught me a heart has many homes.
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A rumination on my Rotary youth exchange year in Finland.
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Would my heart have home within yours?
Interesting notion, a heart being at home inside another.
I call my last living poodle my ‘heart dog’ because he makes my heart warm and fuzzy, despite my frequent exasperation with him.
What do you think makes a good ‘heart home,’ Chris?
You would ask me that?
Why not? It’s a philosophical discussion, isn’t it?
After another one of my strange night sleeps, (don’t ask) i never gave the question any thought, however this morn my answer came me.
It is to my honest opinion a good heart-home; you feel SAFE without hesitation!
An excellent observation, Chris. Safety is first.
observation not, i have been looking for that home for sometime now!
I hope you find it
i’m not holding my breath
A good decision.
That tends to make us turn blue and pass out.
Tend the home in your own heart, so if someone comes along, it’s move in ready! 😉
now, you would say something about my own heart…
However, you’re missing the point that i don’t have one!
lol Numb isn’t gone.
Many years among the Navajo and Hopi, and in-between several years in Cheu, South Korea, have vastly expanded my idea of what home means.
Really? Sounds intriguing. What have you discovered? (I would love it if you’d put your thoughts in the comments on http://www.shawnbird.com/poetic-diversity-project )
And that’s why home is where the heart is. And which is why we go through life looking for where ever our heart finds home and peace. You can’t have one without the other.
Thank you, Yelena.
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