Where My Heart Is

I am just back in Hamilton and will go this morning to Brewers just as soon as the kids leave for Toronto to see the CN Tower.  It is comfortable here, but I miss THO when I am not there.  I miss the cozy space and the trees around it.  I miss the sounds of the wind and the chatter of the chipmunks.  I miss the howling of the coyotes but most of all I miss my community.

It is not unusual for me to long to be home among my loved ones there.  Even though I don’t pop in to see all of my friends and family every day when I am home, I still know that the potential to see them is at hand.  The truth is that I have never felt that much at home anywhere, except there, at home.  I don’t want to suggest that I have not had moments of comfort in other places.  I had wonderful friends and neighbours when I lived in Germany.  I have friends in Guelph, Finch, Hamilton and other places that I have lived.  Some of my most dearest live very far from me, those in Japan, Jamaica, the UK and my Lithuanian sister friend who is in Germany come to mind frequently. My kids are here in Hamilton area but even my love for them does not make this home for me.

My Hamilton house is small but comfortable.  It boasts conveniences and features that we often take for granted – but I do not have these at THO; It lacks for example: running water, electricity, heat, air-conditioning, a bathtub, a full kitchen, refrigeration, indoor cooking, a washer, a dryer, a bus that takes me to the indoor-farmers market and back without fighting for parking, my writing group is here, and it also has a good bright 9×12 studio space.  It is a nice solid house with a tidy German looking yard and a nice garden, but it is not my home.

Be it ever so humble and not quite done, here is my home.  Here is where my heart is.

Categories: Family, Friendship, Kingston, Nature, Ontario, Simple living, Tiny House Ontario, View | 4 Comments

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4 thoughts on “Where My Heart Is

  1. Hazel

    Oh, you’ll love her! Black Oaks is one of my favourite Mary Oliver poems. I printed it out and framed it:

    Black Oaks

    Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,

    or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance
    and comfort.

    Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays
    carp and whistle all day in the branches, without
    the push of the wind.

    But to tell the truth after a while I’m pale with longing
    for their thick bodies ruckled with lichen

    and you can’t keep me from the woods, from the tonnage

    of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.

    Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a
    little sunshine, a little rain.

    Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from
    one boot to another — why don’t you get going?

    For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.

    And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists
    of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money,

    I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.

    ~ Mary Oliver

    • So true! I don’t want to sell my life for money either and I never come out in the rain, unless it is to streak a little. ;-D Thank you! xo L

  2. Hazel

    Oh, I know what you mean! There’s just something about Mother Nature that makes you feel like you belong there. It gives you a closer connection with this good Earth. You don’t need stuff and conveniences; you only need to be still and listen and watch. I’m sure you’re familiar with Mary Oliver’s poems; she gets to the heart of it.

    Whenever I visit my kids and grandkids in the city, I can only take a few days of the noise and speed and asphalt. I need the sound of the birds and the wind and crickets and yes, coyotes too.

    We built our little cottage in a field and let the 14 acres naturalize. It’s humble but we have found home just as you have. No dishwasher, no dryer, no air conditioning, no bathtub but solar energy for heat and hot water, wind for AC and both for drying laundry. Just the essentials of life and lots of nature!

    Hurry back to THO!

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