Home means so many things to so many people. For me it has never been a place but a feeling. To quote Dory “I look at you … and I’m home.” This is the first time in many years I have stayed in one place for this long (over a year). RVers say “Home is where we park it” for me home is anywhere my love and I are together, from a hotel in Shanghai to a Winnebago in Colorado, home is not a place, it is not walls or land, home is truly where my heart is. Je t’aime mon coeur.
Here are a few places I’ve called home.
Looking out the window of our Winnebago, Bayfield, Colorado
Just down the street Hart Ranch, Rapid City, South Dakota
“The Remarkables” as seen from our window in Queenstown, NZ
Heading “home” to Zion — Springdale, Utah
“Even as I wander I’m keeping you in sight you’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark Winter’s night”
I can’t fight this feeling any more ~REO Speedwagon
Til next time ~Stay Safe, Stay Sane, Stay Sanitized ~JP
I am one of those who finds a special peace in nature. Trembles of a dark and stormy night are eased by the rhythm of wind through the trees. A sour mood is eased by the scent of basil and rosemary growing in pots outside my door. And the sight of flowers never fails to bring a smile to my face. Thus flows the qui of life all around “an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together.”
Gardens are hard to come by when you’re a full time RVer, but here’s my attempt a tiny potted “garden” that traveled around with me for a few years.
A rose needs no compliment on it’s beauty, it simply is … a rose.
Remember, life will ALWAYS find a way. 😉
Pastures of Plenty – The Kingston Trio
Til next time Stay safe, stay sane, stay sanitized ~JPP