It’s been a whole month since I
posted and what a busy four weeks they have been! A few days in Sydney then a week
in Tasmania, but now we’re home again…and home is nice place to be.
I usually begin a blog with a seed
thought. Often words are waiting at the blocks, ready to race across the line when
I open a Word document. Inspiration usually comes from a photo, an event or a
story but this afternoon it’s a little different.
Everyone knows the phrase, ‘Home is
where the heart is’. While I was unpacking the other day that phrase kept popping
into my head, a bit the way a song gets stuck in your head. After several hours
of pushing it away with no success, I came into my office and typed it at the
top of a blank page. There it has sat for four days…
Now here I am at my desk with just
my cuppa, the sound of doves cooing quietly outside the window and the little
phrase. I have to admit it feels strange though because I'm about to embark on
something I've never tried before. I haven’t a clue where this is going. I might even end up meandering off on a bit of a tangent...
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I think it’s fair to say that home is
filled with familiarity, a place that reflects our ‘history’. It’s a place we
can relax with no pretence, and just be ourselves.
Having just spent time away from
home, I thought I might do a little comparing. It might be interesting to look
at ‘home’ and ‘away’. Hahaha, love the little word accident!
Home is mostly fashioned to suit our
needs, our likes and dislikes. Things are chosen to complement our lifestyle.
Over time we change and so we make changes around us. When we first make a
change, we are keenly aware of it but it’s usually short lived. Soon it becomes
part of all that’s familiar, sliding into the common place, where we rarely
notice it.
On the other hand, when we are away,
we see things through wide open eyes. Something about the newness of a place
inspires us to take in detail, to delight in tiny things, absorbing our
surroundings with all our senses.
Tasmania boasts the most amazing
autumn colours! Stopping to admire and take photos, we were often overwhelmed by
the beauty. However, for those living in and around this same beauty every day,
I suspect it mostly goes unnoticed.
It’s sad when we become so familiar
with beauty around us that we no longer see it. It’s even sadder when we become
so accustomed to the people around us that we miss their beautiful traits,
instead often dwelling on the negative aspects of their personality.
In order to fully appreciate the beauty
of Tasmania, we had to stop, to focus and take in detail. It’s probably not a
bad little exercise to occasionally stop and really look at those around us, to
recall the things that drew us to them in the first place, and if we look
carefully, if we really look, those beautiful traits are probably still there,
hidden amongst the familiar.
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Well I certainly strayed a little way from the original thought. Very much a meander. An
interesting exercise…
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