It’s Friday and I am linking up with Gypsy Mama again.
So. Paint a verbal picture.
In just five minutes.
To just write and not worry if it’s just righte or not.
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
- 2. Link back and invite others to join in.
Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.And for added fun Gypsy Mama always throws something special into the pot. So hop over to her blog (click on the above button) to see what it is and to link up!
OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:
Home… was the place I didn’t know how to get away from fast enough as a teenager.
Home never felt like ‘home’ – as in a safe and warm place.
Home – a word I avoided to use once I had left the place where my parents lived.
It was never home to me. Especially since right after I moved out my parents changed my room and when I came back the first time to visit it wasn’t my room anymore. It looked like a hospital room, all white. It was horrible!
So what is home to me?
Home is where those people are who love me unconditionally. It doesn’t mean that they accept crappy behavior, but they accept me as I am. They will call me to order when necessary and put me up and take care of me when I need it. This soemtimes quite literally.
Home is where you can put your feet up and be yourself, without any fear for being judged.
Home is love and acceptance, freedom and forgiveness, grace and humiliation.
I don’t just have one home, I have many. Home is shattered all over the place and even all over the world. Home can be created in a second where hearts meet and recognize each other. Home is knowing that you are welcome and wanted. Home is to know and let yourself be known.
Wow – I could go on and on once I got going. Interesting!
Now it is your turn 😉