tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post1886947278529401005..comments2023-08-18T15:26:13.723+03:00Comments on Let's Put the Kettle On: Of Home and How We Find Itlisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467859215672771501noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-14687832745797459432009-11-14T17:15:48.398+03:002009-11-14T17:15:48.398+03:00I second darrelle. I feel like I have said this se...I second darrelle. I feel like I have said this semester, "here ecuador, you have some of my heart too, this is just the beginning of my coming and going."<br /><br />Sometimes I feel most at home when I am on the bus here Lisa and an indigenous lady sits down and isn't afraid to talk to me, with all her oranges and lentils in a withered basket to sell. Sometimes I just want to hold her hand and ask her to tell me her story. openopenopen us Jesus.<br /><br />peace over yall!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-12916747371772207972009-11-11T00:29:36.676+03:002009-11-11T00:29:36.676+03:00Thank you for sharing; this comforts and inspires ...Thank you for sharing; this comforts and inspires me. xAdriana Rooshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11267251720619399866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-62680275252519168672009-11-10T20:42:54.997+03:002009-11-10T20:42:54.997+03:00This is real. And good. Thank you.This is real. And good. Thank you.Darrellenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-72337892767484492572009-11-10T15:13:15.455+03:002009-11-10T15:13:15.455+03:00Lisa, that was absolutely beautiful. Lots and lot...Lisa, that was absolutely beautiful. Lots and lots of love from my dining room table to yours...Carlahttp://www.carlaharding.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-38860476057098219272009-11-10T09:11:02.408+03:002009-11-10T09:11:02.408+03:00I love you and your table and your ideas about hom...I love you and your table and your ideas about home being where we open up our hearts. I suppose my musings on the H word is not too dissimilar. I feel the ache for ones like you and remember that I'm alive and at once it all feels like home to me. Even if it hurts some.Jenelle Rosehttp://hellosaidjenelle.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-62356076640586218592009-11-09T23:21:14.784+03:002009-11-09T23:21:14.784+03:00Being a global nomad does tend to complicate the c...Being a global nomad does tend to complicate the concept of home. I love the image of home you've painted here. I believe I might have been privileged to eat at that table in Loita with you when we brought Bill to show him around. That's a happy thought.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10710652729810528064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-72404821645028990052009-11-09T18:18:33.484+03:002009-11-09T18:18:33.484+03:00Lisa: I too have often pondered the notion of home...Lisa: I too have often pondered the notion of home, especially living here, and since my mom died and my growing-up home is no longer ours. So, for the past 8.5 years, I have had no "home" to go back to, at least, physically. No sunny refuge to dream about. So, I have had to reconstruct a new "home" for myself. Not sure it's really complete yet, but I have come to the point of feeling that since I have lived here the longest time since that house, this must be home now. But it doesn't feel like it. Then, I decided that home was wherever I was. Wherever I laid my head could be home for that time. Then this summer, I started feeling like I was coming back to "myself", who I feel my true self to be, after a long time away. Then, I started reconnecting with old friends from high school and college, and that brought me closer. I have now met some really neat people here, and when I listened to them sing at the coffee house last week, it felt like "home". I have decided at this point, I have to agree with the old phrase, "Home is where the heart is". For me, gathering all these people in my heart, and making room for all of them, and what they bring, is my home, and makes me feel more whole. And, of course, God is right there in the middle of it all. :-) <br />CarolynCarolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06861886109227197543noreply@blogger.com