Today I Love Homecomings
Today I love homecomings. I love how they are almost anticlimactic because once the party that traveled is home, everything becomes easy and comfortable again. I love when things suddenly are right, the gathering in of the one presence into the arms of the other and that gathering reciprocated. I love the burst of conversation that follows, even though there was constant contact by text and phone, of all the things that weren’t important to relay during the trip but that still need to be shared. “How was everyone?” “What did you eat?” “Can two long days really be over?” I love that all the conversation is saying at its root is, “I missed you.” and “I love you.”
Today I love that the dull, cool, brooding, rainy day seems warm and pleasant now that the needed road trip is in the past. I love that I can’t think of the word for the smell of the world when it just begins to rain because my mind immediately says, “covfefe!” (Of course, when I look it up, there it is, “petrichor.” Now that’s a real word.) I love how it is raining, but not so hard that the wildlife can’t ignore it. I love that they are going about their business of perching on trees and contemplating the fencing around the gardens. Rabbits and robins, killdeers and cardinals, chickadees and children and chipmunks are all outside going about their business. I love that I am among them, sitting on the front porch, writing about this beautiful world and all the things within it that please me.
Today I love that it is Tuesday and that means dragon boat practice if the weather cooperates. I love that that means I’ll have to bail that boat out again, because I love to visit it in quiet times with no one else around. I love that I swear I can feel its spirit, swear I can hear it in soothing conversation with the water around it. I love that there have been many boats in my life that gave me the feeling that they were alive when they were in water. I love how they seem to need their own sort of homecoming or reunion with the water in order to be the powerful and capable thing they know they can be. I love that this year I have had my own reunion with the water and am back out paddling when and where I please, rather than telling myself, “Someday I’ll return.” I love anything that feels like a homecoming, and I love that I feel at home on the water.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch once again with the rain misting down and the air smelling perfectly wonderful.
Babcock, K. (2017). Today I Love Homecomings. Psych Central. Retrieved on August 17, 2017, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/today-i-love/2017/06/today-i-love-homecomings/