A Sense of Home

“Only after disaster can we be resurrected.” Chuck Palahniuk

What do you do when you’ve got no place to go?

And where you are at the moment

is frightening

and tenuous

and no longer home.

I watch them on the news; those who are a half a world away and I wonder,

“Where will they go?”

Not across the street to the neighbors, not across town to family because everything,

EVERYTHING has been swept away

or blown to bits…

completely wiped away.

Quite often we believe “well if worse comes to worse I can always go home.”

But

what if your home no longer exists has been completely obliterated from the face of the earth

and the only dimension were a figment of home exist

is in your memory.

I find profoundly sad and I admire the courage of those who experience it with a sense of grace and stoicism

found only in the truly heroic.

That,

in the midst of it all, not to feel overwhelmed to the point of inaction

. To defeating the urge to shift into indifference because

indifference is easy and doesn’t require emotion or investment of self.

A self that has no place to call his own, or no place to lay her head.

And I finish my day with a sense of gratefulness for home

and a heavy heart for those who have to create a home in a sense of

volatile temporariness

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