My New ‘Holy Place’

My mind is blank, or blanker, than normal. My desire to post something appears to be stronger than the actual ability to say something of note. I will push forward though, I want to be in my Holy Place.

As I sit on my backyard patio where the desire to post first struck me I can smell freshly cut hay. Across the street from our house, from our backyard, are fields. Some are planted with hay and many are full of orchards. Some are in the midst of construction, of what I’m not sure.

Occasionally I hear our chimes ring out. One set is of a low and church bell-like gong and the other a tinkle and soft sounding note. Both I like, but perhaps they’d best be represented singly, alone in their sounds of breeze. Unfortunately in the complex in which we live they are not allowed in the front yards. Don’t want to upset the neighbours I guess. Chimes are not the only thing banned from the front. Any kind of gew-gaw (always thought it was ‘geegaw’), lawn ornament, name plate, any signs of personality or individuality are frowned upon.

Not that I’m bitter, cuz I’m not. I understand rules but I know there’s always someone willing to break them or at minimum push boundaries. In this case that’s us, but we do it discretely. All our gnomes, pots, trinkets and misc. stuff are placed in such a manner as to….(read more here:)

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Home, Again

family, loved ones, children, grandchildren

I am Home again, and while catching up on some communications I received a ‘pingback’ from another blogsite called Beyond The Baby Book. For those that don’t know a pingback is a notification that someone else has posted a link back to your website or blog on their site. In this case it happened to be a previous post of mine for a Photo Challenge of “Home”. The post is below:
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Home is Where the Hearth Is

Home….., home is where the hearth is. That’s my take on a popular quote:

Home is Where the Heart Is
 - Pliny the Elder

Now I honestly have no idea who Pliny the Elder is but I’m sure a quick search on Google or Wikipedia would answer that question. Home, is where you are most comfortable, perhaps the happiest. It can be in your own home or somewhere else with a loved one. It’s where you feel content, no false front required or desired. Hopefully home is with those you love most, your family, a wife, your children or your grandchildren.

family, loved ones, children, grandchildren
Family, Loved Ones

Home, where the cares of the world ease, where you can be at peace and problems outside your world evaporate.  It’s a place to care, and be cared for, to love and be loved. Home ….. is Home.

I also feel at home outside, in my yard. I can be in my garden or just sitting under the maple tree with a book, perhaps a beer or coffee at my side and thoughts of relaxation and calmness washing over me. Not a care, nor a concern, a oneness with life and nature ….. hold on, maybe that’s the beer talking. Better take it easy……

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Holy Place

I call that place under the maple tree and surrounded by cedars my ‘Holy Place’, and I look forward to visiting it again soon, when the spring sun comes and the warmth takes the snow away. It will be one of my outside homes.

Another area I like to call home is sitting on the deck. It’s a place to catch the morning rays of sun and perhaps the cool breezes as they wash over the space. I’ll likely hear the wind chimes playing their rich tones, like so many church bells tolling their virtues. I’ll be reading there too, or perhaps posting to the blog, or journaling my morning pages. I’ll feel the peace, the warmth of the sun and the calmness. I will be ok there, in any of those places I call home. I can recognize my fortune and acknowledge my gratitude. It’s good to be home.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

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home, hearth, fire, chair, reading
Home is Where the Hearth Is

Home….., home is where the hearth is.

That’s my take on a popular quote:

Home is Where the Heart Is
Pliny the Elder

Now I honestly have no idea who Pliny the Elder is but I’m sure a quick search on Google or Wikipedia would answer that question.

Home, is where you are most comfortable, perhaps the happiest. It can be in your own home or somewhere else with a loved one. It’s where you feel content, no false front required or desired. Hopefully home is with those you love most, your family, a wife, your children or your grandchildren.

family, loved ones, children, grandchildren
Family, Loved Ones

Home, where the cares of the world ease, where you can be at peace and problems outside your world evaporate.  It’s a place to care, and be cared for, to love and be loved.

Home ….. is Home.

I also feel at home outside, in my yard. I can be in my garden or just sitting under the maple tree with a book, perhaps a beer at my side and thoughts of relaxation and calmness washing over me. Not a care, nor a concern, a oneness with life and nature ….. hold on, maybe that’s the beer talking. Better take it easy……

adirondack, chair, peaceful, relaxation
Holy Place

I call that place under the maple tree and surrounded by cedars my ‘Holy Place’, and I look forward to visiting it again soon, when the spring sun comes and the warmth takes the snow away. It will be one of my outside homes.

Another area I like to call home is sitting on the deck. It’s a place to catch the morning rays of sun and perhaps the cool breezes as they wash over the space. I’ll likely hear the wind chimes playing their rich tones, like so many church bells tolling their virtues. I’ll be reading there too, or perhaps posting to the blog, or journaling my morning pages. I’ll feel the peace, the warmth of the sun and the calmness.

I will be ok there, in any of those places I call home. I can recognize my fortune and acknowledge my gratitude. It’s good to be home.

Yearning Again For My Holy Place

adirondack, chair, peaceful, relaxation

The days are still warm, the nights pleasantly cool by comparison.  The sun, while beautiful in the dappled shadows it casts, is relentless in it’s mid-day attention.  My plants and lawn are suffering.  The heat, without any accompanying moisture, is causing not only my gardens to stress but their owner (me) as well.

I do my part to alleviate the stress on both parties.  This morning, before the deck repair guy came, I grabbed a nice cup of java (capital C this time) and headed out into the front yard.  I call it my Holy Place, and while I’ve not worshiped there for a while it was nice to return.  The congregation of flowers and plants welcomed me and when they saw I came bearing water they rejoiced.

“I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to.
– Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
– Elizabeth Lawrence

There were also different chairs there to support me in my leisure, not new chairs but chairs re-positioned from the deck while repairs were under way.  These are wicker, my normal church chairs are Adirondacks.  They are equally as comfortable and beckon me no less, after all it’s the place not the pews.

The sun played off the chairs and invited me in.  I wavered, but my duty to water pulled me stronger.

“Later”, I said, “I’ll come back and visit later.”

Perhaps I’ll take a seat this afternoon when things cool.  I’ll take my laptop and write, or grab a book and read.  A cold drink may be in hand.  It’s those things that bring me the pleasure, that help me to relax and de-stress.

And how can a man who’s retired, early no less, feel stress.  That’s a good questions for which I have not an answer.  Maybe it’s just in my nature, maybe I’m just an uptight individual, maybe depression is having an uncommon effect on me.  I don’t know.

I just know in that place, my holy place, I can chill and feel ok.  Maybe better than ok, I feel good.  I can sit and survey my domain.  I can revisit my holy place and feel the presence of calm.

My Holy place

The rain has continued now for the past two days and while it brings much needed moisture to the grounds it dampens any enthusiasm for one to go outside (pun intended).  I’m ok with it at this time though as it supports my choice to get something accomplished indoors, chores around the house being one option.  It also supports me spending some time blogging, which is getting sadly neglected and in dire need of a boost.

I’ve managed to keep up my journal, the morning pages, and even though the weather is wet and cool I have stepped out of the house onto the deck to write.  It is in the shelter of the house and is close enough to being outside at this time. I wrapped myself in a lap blanket and have persevered, relishing the freshness of the air and listening to the birds sing their spring songs.  Our wind chimes play their tunes occasionally as well, and when the breeze picks up their rich notes bring a church-like quality to the atmosphere.

Chairs in the Holy placeWhat I’ve been waiting for however is the opportunity to sit in the area of our front yard where I feel at most at peace, the spot I’ve recently christened my “Holy place”.  The descriptor came to me days ago when I was sitting in my recliner looking longingly out the window at that area, thinking the time will soon come when I can be out there, when both the weather and temperature will support my visit.  First, or best I should say, would be when my Adirondack chairs will be finished and placed in their special place under the boughs of the maple, where I can sit in the dappled shade and relish in the beauty of the moment.  The fountain will be gurgling in the background and sweet fragrance of flowers will be in the air.  The temperature will be perfect and my mind will temper it’s exuberance to take me into outside chores, there will be time a plenty for those.

In addition to the peacefulness of the area it’s a spot that provides me a glimpse of my toys, a truck or two, and the camping trailer that’s about to be used. It’s a comfortable area and I feel enclosed in it’s graces.  It saves me, I am at peace in my Holy place.

Do you have a holy place, and if so where is it?