“An ache for home lives in all of us. A safe place we can go as we are and not be questioned.”
Dr. Maya Angelou
Just some early holiday thoughts as we go into the Christmas season. We all think of home and what it means to each of us. For some, it is tied to a specific place, perhaps where you were born and raised. It’s where your family is, where you went to school, found your first love, got your first job. It’s where you spent the better part of your life.
For others home is where your heart is and not tied to a specific geographical location but where you feel loved, honored and respected. It’s where you can curl up at night and feel safe alone or with company. It’s where you know that no matter how bad things are going or what you did or did not achieve, what color you are, what you look like, who you love, how you love, what your financial situation is – you are accepted without question and without judgement for the you that you are.
There are those of us who have the brick and mortar structure that we call home. There are many who don’t. There are those of us who move from place to place or seek shelter on the streets trying to find that place to call home. There are too many for whom the concept of home is only a dream. Many have never had to worry where they were going to sleep, what they were going to eat, who would be waiting for them to return or worried when they don’t.
Take a look around you during this season of giving. Let’s try to open our hearts try to do something in some small way to help make home, wherever and whatever it may be, a better place for at least one other person.