My Sanctuary, My Home
Home is a blue and white planet, beneath the stars. I consider earth to be my home. It is good to know that in this entire chaotic universe there’s one planet on which I can rest my feet, where I feel safe enough to relax and enjoy life.
But home means more than just that.
Home is the feeling of relief I get when I come back to town after being away all day. I live in a very small town (Happy Camp, 1200 people) in the center of the Klamath National Forest. It is about 80 miles to Yreka, the next-largest town in the winter time. During the summer we can drive 40 miles north to Cave Junction.
Going out of town for groceries, supplies, or entertainment usually means being gone most of the day. It means hours on wheels. Coming home requires a long drive through the forest on a winding mountain road in the middle of absolute nowhere.
There’s nothing quite as wonderful as parking in front of the post office after getting back to town. I turn off the car, look up at the old wooden Bigfoot statue, and breathe, “I’m home†and “thank you Godâ€. I’m always glad to be back in Happy Camp.
But home means more than just that.
After getting my mail, I drive to the other side of town, up the hill, and up my bumpy, rocky driveway to the three-bedroom cabin that’s been my home for the last seven years. It is such a feeling of relief to come back to this spot, to my familiar surroundings, my kitchen, my computer, my bed.
Home is a place where I can be myself, pursue my interests, and not worry about all the people that are out there, doing other things that I’m glad to be away from for a while.
Home is a sanctuary. A place where I feel safe. A wonderful, peaceful, happy place of my own.
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Your home sounds like a wonderfully peaceful and relaxing place
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Comment by Leigh — Friday, June 15, 2007 @ 4:04 pm
Lovely post, wish I wasn’t so paranoid and worried about the future of Gaia( Earth) but you’re right it’s Home
This ground we can stand on ,feeling the energy of mother Earth…I love lying on the floor, especially when I feel sad and lonely
You can feel lull by the Earth inside,kinda reassuring,it’s alive and we belong…somehow…
Many blessings to you Linda, have a nice day in your home sanctuary!
Comment by helene — Saturday, June 16, 2007 @ 5:59 am
Thanks for commenting, Leigh and Helene. I love hearing from people who read my blog.
Yesterday I went swimming in Clear Creek, five miles southwest of here, and afterwards stretched out on the rocky shore. It was, as you said, Helene, reassuring to know I belong with this earth. The earth mother and father spirit combined to create us, and in doing so, consciousness (ours) came into being. There’s something very special about this creation. I could not help but wonder what the next step will be.
Comment by lindajm — Sunday, June 17, 2007 @ 9:51 am
Your home sounds idyllic. Living within 40 miles of more than 10 million people just outside London, means I live in a slightly busier enironment but I experience very similar feelings when I return home, particularly to the tranquillity and beauty of my (modest sized) garden. An Englishman’s home is his castle, as the old saying goes.
Comment by Ewan Kennedy — Monday, September 1, 2008 @ 4:43 am