Home
The smell of the steam when I pulled the lid off the the wok immediately made me think, 'home'.
Which makes no sense...The smokey sesame oil? Ginger? Steamed kale? or together mixing to make me think of green tea, sitting on a couch with my hands around a cup. I grew up in an East Coast city, but my dad did do stirfry often. I lay my dinner over brown rice; tofu, mushrooms and carrots; somehow very like California, home in a stranger's skin.
I have lived here one academic year, and the ice cubes in my freezer have sublimated; too few *on the rocks. Reading Harper's magazine, about Zadie Smith, I feel far away from stuffy New England academia, and I like that.
What does it mean to say 'it feels like home', or 'you feel like home to me'? You can retreat to it, or you can keep running toward it. That life can be reduced to, however briefly, a Jewel reference, or for that matter a country music cliche, makes it no less truly yours.
I was overseas, on the phone long distance to a woman in that painful space between when I thought she was an ex-girlfriend and when she thought so; when she asked me when I was coming home. It was like a fist in the gut. I mumbled something about not knowing, about not having one.
...so Richard got married to a figure skater...
Which makes no sense...The smokey sesame oil? Ginger? Steamed kale? or together mixing to make me think of green tea, sitting on a couch with my hands around a cup. I grew up in an East Coast city, but my dad did do stirfry often. I lay my dinner over brown rice; tofu, mushrooms and carrots; somehow very like California, home in a stranger's skin.
I have lived here one academic year, and the ice cubes in my freezer have sublimated; too few *on the rocks. Reading Harper's magazine, about Zadie Smith, I feel far away from stuffy New England academia, and I like that.
What does it mean to say 'it feels like home', or 'you feel like home to me'? You can retreat to it, or you can keep running toward it. That life can be reduced to, however briefly, a Jewel reference, or for that matter a country music cliche, makes it no less truly yours.
I was overseas, on the phone long distance to a woman in that painful space between when I thought she was an ex-girlfriend and when she thought so; when she asked me when I was coming home. It was like a fist in the gut. I mumbled something about not knowing, about not having one.
...so Richard got married to a figure skater...
posted by ddgregory at 10:45 PM
2 Comments:
We didn't really talk about how cooking for oneself, in addition to being soulful, healthful, and frugal, also can contribute to the sense of, and enjoyment of, being "at home".
Home as a place where one is nourished and refreshed.
-James
some lyrical wisdom on home so you won't be reduced to, however briefly, only a Jewel reference or a country music cliche...
"i want to live in the center of a circle, i want to live on the side of a square"
"you are home to me"
"Home, is a feeling I buried in you"
And because he's better without the editing...
David Wilcox
Home Within Your Heart
"Too tired to sleep, too angry to pray, too far down to get back up, too lost to find my way.
Who knows what happened, I'm too confused to say, and too far gone to turn back now; it's too late anyway.
I don't need a clever confidant to try to soothe with hollow words, I've heard them all.
What I need is just to know
I have a home within your heart.
Just hold me close. A few words will do.
We don't have to find the answers now, it's enough to be with you."
...and finally personal wisdom, (the non-lyrical kind)
"home is a place you rest your heart, not just your head"
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