Dear beautiful folks,
Home is a place where we are eternally heading, there is a light on at the end of the street, the road, the garden, the block.
It’s the place we all turn to, to feel safe, to rest and to feel loved and nurtured.
Home is a place of familiar scents, a baked dinner on a winter’s day, the sweetness of one perfect white gardenia that sits by your bedside, the scent of freshly cut grass or your mother’s favourite perfume. Home is the comfort in sheets drying in the sun, lying in your backyard with your face towards the sky looking for shapes and animals in the clouds. Home is the fire that burns in the winter and in the summer sprays water from a sprinkler where the kids play in delight.
Home is a place of sounds that puts our heart at peace. The ding dong of a familiar doorbell, the tick of a pendulum on a clock that hangs on a wall and tocks in a comforting way, a lawnmower that breaks into action at a certain time of day and the sounds of the kookaburra’s that laugh their heads off at dawn.
Home is the sanctuary we create from the chaos of the world outside. It’s the beauty we carefully choose to put on our walls, shelves and in the nooks and crannies of our lives. An ex-voto found in a small shop in Naples, a painting from a dear friend that still reminds you of their smile, colours of the sea that light your heart every time you walk by it and a trinket you found in a market in Greece.
Home is the people we love, it’s the familiar faces of our mother’s and father’s, partners, nieces and nephews, friends, cat’s, dog’s and animals. Home is the place of memories.
To all the people caught on the road away from their family and friends, to the displaced ones trying to make your way home safely, my thoughts and love are with you.
May your Home weave its magic, keep you safe and calm.