August 21 - The geography of home
Home is where the heart is.
Interesting that it doesn't say "the geography of a home".
I used to design a house I could live in with my family that would allow me to have cats. It involved two seperate air systems, an airlock, and a laundry room between the cat and cat-free halves of the house.
Home is my family, a place to eat, a place to sleep, my pink blanket, and my dog. ♥ Which mean, when we are camping, home becomes our trailer or the tent I am sleeping in. When I am housesitting, that house becomes my home after the third day, unless I've stayed there before, in which case it becomes home as soon as I've mostly unpacked, put away the food I brought, and greeted the animal I am caring for.
I cannot type today. Spell becomes speel, is becomes id, would becomes woild.. -headdesk-
Day 21 - Finding the spotlight
The author discusses a guest speaker in her writing class who was "beautiful and forceful and self-assured" because she had given up "the fear of people getting mad at her".
I look forward to the day when I am calm and self-assured.
Evidently I can fool many but I always think of the illustration my mother uses to describe my father. He is like a duck on a pond; he appears calm and serene and knowledgeable, but under the surface he is frantically paddling.
I don't remember who took the pic, other wise I would credit.
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