Home

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

~Maya Angelou

Yesterday I saw a play called Home, written by a local playwright, Suzi Regan.  It was a series of vignettes, by four actors, all about various scenes in and about our homes.  Mom and Dad geting older, siblings fighting, affairs, widowhood, and the myriad of relationships that cross our doorways, paths, garden gates and entrances into the realm and worlds we call our "home."

Fantastic play with excellent acting, writing, directing and sets.  Made me think about my home and how much it means to me.  To come back, from wherever I may roam, and know that there are 8 furry critters waiting with open paws and hearts to embrace, comfort and greet me tenderly.  That's HOME!

To be able to relax, in comfort, on my deck with redwood benches, daydream on my cedar swing, read a book on my covered porch, curl up in my down filled bed, write letters in my cozy study, entertain friends in my gracious livng room, and enjoy roaring fires in wintertime in my country inn-like family room. I love my home, and the play just confirmed my relationship with my four walls times 8 rooms and made me feel happy, grateful and very content.

My pets are part of my home.  I mean the gestalt of all that I consider when I think about the concept of home.  They are part of the fixturs, you might say, the very workings and heart of the dwelling and domacile.  They embody the true notion of "home sweet home" and some of them even have the name as part of their own--Sweetie Pie, Sweetie Pooh, and Sweetie Sue.  All part of my real home--the tapestry of life within walls of love.