Good morning. Another weekend has come to a close. It has been a rather crazy weekend for me. The Grove Craft Faire has been slammed with customers. Wonderful comments have been heard about the show. I am so pleased and proud to be part of something so wonderful. I take great pride in being a handcrafted in American Artisan. Thanks goes out to everyone who supports us.
As for todays blog...continuing on the grateful theme...I would like to say how grateful I am for a place to live. Yesterday's disaster in the Philippines makes me appreciate what I have and where I live. I cannot imagine the devastation and trauma right now. They have predicted perhaps 10,000 loss of lives. As I sit on my couch in my living room, I am so grateful for the warmth, the comfort and everything else that goes along with having a safe place to be. The survivors will be traumatized for life over this. They are stranded without knowing what will come next. It seems as though the past couple of years have been some of the most horrific disasters I have ever heard of concerning the weather. When you thing of what they had to endure it is a time to stop and thank God for all the protection that we have. I often times will drag myself home at the end of the day and not think about what a blessing that home is. I see people walking up and down near where I live pushing grocery carts filled to the top and know that they are perhaps sleeping in the woods behind the area where I live. I cannot imagine what that must be like! To not have warmth, food, water, love. I can complain when I need to clean the house or do the chores, never stopping to think about the fact of how grateful I should be that there are chores and cleaning to do. I can go to a shelf and pull out a book of pictures to sit and reminisce where there are people who have lost all of that.
There are all those times when I am away on a trip...regardless of the type of trip...I cannot wait to arrive home. The comforts of my home! In the movie the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy's continual wish is to go home. No matter how wonderful or beautiful things are. "There's no place like home!". Home is where your heart is, and that changes as your address changes. I don't know about anyone else, but I do know that I have gone back to revisit homes many times. My childhood home is a place of comfort and love. So much of who I am came from inside those walls. The people, the conversations, the meals....all the memories of growing up reside inside that building and in my heart. I longing drive past and can close my eyes remembering what it once was. The homes before this one kept the years of my children growing up and all the love and stories that surround those years. Not all the memories of home are always happy ones, and sometimes I think perhaps those are the ones that help us to grow the most. They are the moments that help us appreciate all the good ones.
When people make comments to me about my home being comfortable, I am so grateful. I want everyone to feel at home here. I want them to feel they are part of this family...no matter who they are. I know that homes may come and go, that we change our homes for many reasons, but that we have connective threads that we attach to the home and no matter where we go...we seem to always have a way of going back!