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Literature Tyrra's Columns Home Kisses
| Home Kisses |
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| Written by Tyrra B Meserve |
| Wednesday, 29 April 2009 00:00 |
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Home Kisses If home is where the heart is then the beautiful thing is that they too can mean growth. Homes, like people, have an individual life and breath. With their unique blend of sights, sounds and smells, they swell with the pulse of true existence. Found familiar and warm after travel, the soul longs always to return home. Though it might not always appear as it did when left, the home beckons the heart to return. As many times subtle changes take place the home grows with its' inhabitants until one day the difference between the two is almost indistinguishable. Don't we all take a little bit of home with us wherever we go? Where we grow up and how much that environment has an effect on who we become can be one of the greatest accomplishments of man. There is a famous poem that speaks of what a child sees in the home and how those visions steer his thinking. Truly, if a child grows with ridicule, he learns to condemn. Likewise, if a child grows with praise, he learns to have respect. The home is the first place a child sees, hears and learns to believe in the world. If he is loved and comforted there, part of that world remains within him, grows with him to be spread wherever he goes. The decor, snap-shots of his life become fluid and move about with him. His personal footprint on the world he has walked becomes his signature. He should be proud of his unique heritage and who he is because of it. What's in a name? The surname one carries? The street name one grows up on? The name on the mailbox outside the front door? The name of the person, place or tribe the street is a tribute to? The name of those that become a tribute to the communities in which they dwell? Each piece becomes a bit of the tapestry, woven into personal testimonies of life. Home can be anywhere one hangs one's hat, goes back to when they need comfort, support and a time out from the world at bay. It can be as small as a shoe-box or as large as a continent. Home is where a child's soul is at rest and peaceful, kissed and tucked in safely at night. Home is where a man's heart can arise at dawn, eager to grow again. |
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