homes

We've been reading and talking about homes the last few weeks and it has evolved as these things do when you leave them alone.

One of us, I can't recall who found a book at the library called 'Homes around the world'.  After reading it I left it open on the table and the next few days conversations, constructions and drawings began.

The dream homes were drawn with each person having their best things in their room- animals in the boys rooms, remote-control cars in Dada's, books and tea in mama's.

Conversations erupted as we discussed what we have and don't have, what others have and don't have; what makes a home, and then on to things like being thankful for what we have and giving to others and how in turn this brings happiness into our own hearts. 

Sitting around the dinner table we imagined our dream homes: we'd be living in a tree house in the Amazon forest surrounded by wild birds and animals much like Swiss Family Robinson if sthe  boys had their way. The girls dream of green mountains covered in wildflowers, ocean in front and ancient forests behind, clear water creeks and plenty of wildlife.

Home- where the story of their lives begins and gets written day by day. Not in the wooden walls that surround but within the daily warmth that we extend and share with each other. The tiny seemingly insignificant moments where we smile, caress, listen and stop to connect, laugh, comfort and pray with one another. 

And of course home is with our bestest friends, the ones we feel so completely comfortable with we can lay it all on them and they won't bat an eyelid.