Collecting Containers

The notion of ‘homing’ has been tickling my consciousness since yesterday’s post here.


My wandering thoughts took me to considering, what creates a space for homing to take place? Containers came to mind. That a home is a container first. Home provides the stage for a wide array of containers, in every imaginable shape, size, and color.

Over this lifetime I’ve created, and lived amidst, an ongoing flow of containers. Some short lived, while others have, and always will be touchstones. Always the joy of choosing.

Today, it is the open-air walls, and translucent views that sing softly to my heart, tenderly to my soul. And I remember, my heart and my soul, are likewise containers, of my love, of my spirit.