“Happiness is home. And home is not a house — home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.”
— Dennis Leanne
I often wonder about the definition and the idea of home. It seems to me that the concept of home can be very fluid. For instance, the place I call the Bogs (Northeast Ohio) is no longer my physical home, but a part of me still feels as if it is home. My heart’s home, of course, is with M (who, I must admit I miss terribly after only one week away from him). And my physical home for now is the Wabi-Sabi Ranch on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.
Ah well. I just lost my train of thought while being in the moment with Little Wookie. Spending time with him is quite liberating in that it gets me out of my head and into life and the Now. That’s a very good thing.
Clouds are building over the pond. Some look dark and threatening. The weather gurus have declared that storms are possible, and they may be right. The wind is picking up and in the time it took me to type that out, a smattering of raindrops have begun to splash down on the surface of the water. The water level of the pond is low, but that is typical of summer here. The rain is welcome.
Thank you for visiting with me in the Bogs. Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
P.S. I will be relying on my phone for photos. I have no way of uploading images from my camera but can easily email phone photographs to myself and then download them to my tablet.