Sunday, June 29, 2008
I don't know if you've seen sparrow's blog (lovely gal, she), but she has a haiku contest every week that you ought to check out. Poetry seems to have sustained folks elsewhere in times ancient and modern, but I think Western culture forgot about poetry when we traded our i-rony chips in for i-phones and sundry other i-shit.

Anyhoo, the theme this week was home. I've had profound reasons to consider what makes a home in recent times myself, and I find my notions are evolving and moving forward, and while my idea of home is more nebulous in ways, I think I've never been more clear-headed.


Jean's Entry:
Home is heart and hearth.
Is it really inside me?
Somewhere. Anywhere.


I'm maybe a little unconventional in a few ways. Among the things I surround myself with, the furniture and belongings I most treasure tend to be the ones I bought at thrift stores and junk shops. I had a moment of clarity about possessions, though, about 9 years ago. Terrified by a thunderstorm, my wild banshee doglet got out and probably ran for miles in the wind and the rain. I was grief-stricken, shattered. I put up reward signs around town and mailed flyers to every veterinarian in Dallas, Collin and Denton counties. I went to the SPCA every day.

Every.
Day.

I was a total wreck. I then realized that I would trade every possession I owned to have my little dog back. We could live in a cardboard box under a bridge, but I needed my dog, and she needed me. One day at the SPCA, Tuesday, August 10, she'd been missing for 9 weeks. I walked in and saw her picture was covered up by a photo of someone's missing cat. I said "you covered my dog's picture" and they scrambled to uncover it. Three days later, a woman came in and saw the doglet's picture on the board and said "I have that dog" and I got my dog back on Friday 13th.

Big Cat's Entry:
Wherever she is
My head resting next to hers
There my home resides


Home again.


Carteach's entry:
Home shifts, moves, travels
Each day in another world
Tracking her heartbeat


So every day since then has been extended play in our closed corporation. I meant what I said about giving up all I owned to have her and not looking back. Now, though, she's at the end of a journey where there is no bargaining and only grim truths to be faced, all absolute and non-negotiable. Looking around at my apartment, I still wish I could trade all this stuff to have her a little longer. Cardboard box technology has come a long way.



Wyo's Entry:

be who you should be
do what you are called to do
home is within you


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