Oh, I know, the above title is so corny. Sorry. It’s just that I’m feeling anticipatory homesickness, if you can put those two things together. Today I leave beautiful Mitchells Island, northern hemisphere bound, and will be gone for about 4 and a half weeks. I’m looking forward to new experiences and seeing old friends and family in the U.S. and Canada. But, there is nothing like home, and I’m feeling wistful. Apart from the beauty of where I live – my home, yoga space and green vistas – there’s comfort, safety and the springboard into my vocation. I resonate with these words by an American of the 19th century, Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserve; it is life’s undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
If you don’t know who Ms. Stowe is, do investigate. I think knowing a little about Ms. Stowe’s work in the world makes her sentiments more poignant. Next blog posts will be on the road. Stay tuned.
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