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Be It Ever So Humble, There’s No Place Like Home

Why Am I Anxious

Never ceases to amaze me how long-forgotten thoughts, feelings, and behaviors can unexpectedly knock on our doors. Sure, it can be jarring; however, what an opportunity for reflection, and realizing the changes between what was and what is. Let me take you there…

After all, we may think motion is purely about, say, avoidance or isolation. But if we cut it to the core, it’s really a matter of safety.

Was editing some of my poems over the weekend (for that collection I’ll one day publish). I came upon one I’d written quite a number of years ago, and it really got inside my head – and heart. I’ll share it with you…

Somewhere

Will there be
A stop
For me

The place where I
Depart

Will I yet hear
Home
Echo down the aisle
And gather my bags
Acting so proud
To belong

Night
To Day

Rain
To shine

Where
Is a someplace

I can call
Mine

Will there ever be
A stop
For me

That place where I

Depart

A Moving Theme

So the reread hit hard, and deeply. But, go figure, that piece wasn’t the only one.

I found several with the same theme – this feeling of long-standing, dysfunctional perpetual motion – belongings in tow. Of course, that implies choosing to have no place to lay my head. We’ll call it emotional homelessness.

And I have to tell you, I can, at times, still feel the very same way.

Does that hit “home” for you?

Is it surprising that anyone enduring a mood or anxiety disorder would learn over time to keep moving, even if they have a wonderful physical residence?

After all, we may think motion is purely about, say, avoidance or isolation. But if we cut it to the core, it’s really a matter of safety.

I submit there is no greater priority for a mood or anxiety disorder sufferer. And we can stay pretty doggone safe if we just keep chugging along.

I mean, it’s always harder to hit a moving target.

Go Ahead, Ease Those Boots Off

If we can at least accept that we’ve come to our stop, that place where we depart, maybe, just maybe, we’ll be convinced it’s time to ease those boots off, leave ’em on the front porch, and settle-in – at home.

Oh, I’m not suggesting we fully unpack our bags, as though it’s a permanent arrangement. I get it, settling takes getting used to.

But we just need to stop long enough – to get started.

Yes?

“Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.”

Now back to my poetry…

Hey, maybe you knew, but the quotation is actually a lyric from the 1823 song, “Home, Sweet Home.” Music: Sir Henry Bishop, Lyrics: John Howard Payne

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