Saturday, November 12, 2011

Getting pensive on a rain slicked runway


Get me a squeegee
New York, NY, March 2011
About this photo: It's Thematic's "drink up" week. Right here.
There's a certain sense of peace associated with sitting alone in a plane as you head back home from a business trip. You've already dashed through traffic to get to the airport and run the security gauntlet. Your luggage is (hopefully) packed safely in the belly of the beast and all you need to do now is hold on during the takeoff run, then wait for the pretzels to be delivered once you reach altitude.

This particular day may have been miserably cold and damp, but I still couldn't help but smile as I sat in the middle of a packed alloy tube. Because what awaited me at the other end of the journey reminded me that going to a new place every once in a while may be good for the soul, but coming home to a family that matters more than life itself is even better.

Your turn: What does coming home mean to you?

5 comments:

OldOldLady Of The Hills said...

Well, my dear Carmi, since I cannot go anywhere anymore, BEING home is my Comfort and my Salvation! I thank God every day for this "home" that has made it possible for me to face each day looking forward---Well, as forward as possible, given all the limitations.....
I know how important "family" is to you and I thank God you have created this lovely loving group---you and your dear wife----to sooth the savage beast after braving the ubknowns of NYC.....A GREAT City, but not easy to Navigate and it can be cold and lonely...!

As to Joan Didion....What I love about her writing more than anything is it spares nothing...Most of all, not herself. What she has been through these last 6 years or so--and the worst of it in an 18 month period, is deeply heartbreaking...To be able to express all the feelings she does so that YOU, the Reader, Feel them with her---this is GREAT Writing, in my View.
I'm not afraid of dying----What I am afraid of is HOW will this happen....PLEASE let me go to sleep and just not wake up--This would be Bliss! What would NOT be Bliss is the slow deterioration of one's body and mind, accompanied by discomfort and pain....Deliver Me From This!!!! I've lost 4 people very very dear and close to me in the last three years--I mean "Heartbreak" close....People who were "lifelines".....There are less and less people with whom I have a History and a closeness....And watching those that are still here struggling with terrible infirmities----This Is Truly Terrible, in every way....And I'm not too thrilled with my own infirmities, msy I say!!
Enough of this, my dear Carmi....Thanks for your visit and for your ALWAYS dear and loving words.....!

Kavi said...

I often wonder about home comings. Having many, living far away as I do now, from home.

I always discover, that home is still the same. And that I have changed ! And for that inviting thought, I look forward to see and be home !

David Edward Linus said...

i used to come home to mom, and now she has a new, eternal home. I used to come to another person's 'Home'and thought it was my own, but that did not last. Now I come home to my dog and my computer and the wood burning stove, and, you know what? that is just fine by me!

Little Nell said...

It means being warm and not shivering! Whenever we’ve been away my husband says he knows he’s home when he can sleep in his own bed, and sit on his own toilet seat!

mmp said...

I think....that i don't know what that means right now.

My children have all finally left home...
The home that my husband and i live in is not the home where our children were brought up in, not really...
Plus, right now our home is still resembling a building site...

Your comments have struck a chord somewhere deep with me. Maybe that explains our unsettledness. Just that we have no "home " to return to.

Yet.