Homes here and there
"And we might, in our lives have many thresholds, many house to walk out from and view the stars, or to turn and go back to for warmth and company. But the real one-the actual house not of beams and nails but of existence itself-is all of earth, with no door, no address separate from oceans or stars, or from pleasure of wretchedness either, or hope, or weakness, or greed."
- Mary Oliver, Upstream
In my fifty-five years I have lived in many places, in many homes. Some of them filled me with joy and I couldn't believe my good fortune. Others filled me with longing to be anywhere else but there and I couldn't wait to leave.
I love my home in Breckenridge. Not the house, because it belongs to someone else and I am only a temporary (albeit very grateful) tenant.
It's the place, Breckenridge. The mountains, streams, and most of all the people, who have enabled my wandering heart to rest and call this place home.
Will this be my home forever, I'm not sure yet. It depends on whether I will be able to purchase my own home here and create an income to support my living expenses.
But it is the closest I have come to saying yes, this is my forever home.
I hope I will be able to stay longer.
Then my people will live in a peaceful habitation, And in secure dwellings and in undisturbed resting places ~ Isaiah 32:18