For many years we traveled a great deal, particularly during the years we lived in Indonesia. The past 7 years we have traveled very little due to Joe's many hospitalizations and surgeries. Occasionally I am asked if I miss traveling. My answer can be surprising. Other than wanting to spend more time with family members who don't live near us, I honestly do not miss "being away." I love being at home. I may go to Tuscany and back in an afternoon by reading Frances Mayes' lovely books. I feel like I have been to the south of France or back to the island of Bali by preparing an Indonesian or French meal, but I am in my own garden by the time we have eaten!
In various places in our home, there are little reminders of this feeling for me, as well as the hospitality I want to extend to our guests. One of my favorites is this little placard which I have hanging under a large picture which is a print of work done by artist David Arms. This photo doesn't allow a good look, but above the birds and nest there is a line (dictionary style) defining home as a place of refuge and rest, highlighted with a couple of feathers.
Yes, home is a place of comfort, refuge, and rest for me. Come for a visit. Welcome home!
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