tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post3527619148498367826..comments2024-03-25T21:54:29.130-07:00Comments on FocusingOnLife: There's No Place Like HomeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-69313768104378249762013-03-28T17:50:37.577-07:002013-03-28T17:50:37.577-07:00Beautiful post, Judy. Home means something specia...Beautiful post, Judy. Home means something special to us women since we are such nurturers and nesters. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts!!Deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10857633931690620336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-87316090786709561492013-03-28T12:40:50.935-07:002013-03-28T12:40:50.935-07:00Lovely post, Judy! Lovely because it's true. N...Lovely post, Judy! Lovely because it's true. No matter what fun places we may visit, there's no place like home, family, all the things that fill you up.Dottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00811399388989716265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-91351308945366723452013-03-28T11:03:03.818-07:002013-03-28T11:03:03.818-07:00such a great post jusy! home for me is sanctuary. ...such a great post jusy! home for me is sanctuary. it's the place where i recharge. it's the place where my family comes together. we share meals. like you said, we argue and make-up. i have this big sign on the wall that says, 'home is where your story begins.' for me it's all about my family and our story.kellyhttp://mindingmynest.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-91527304918078613982013-03-28T10:21:42.458-07:002013-03-28T10:21:42.458-07:00Such a good post, Judy! You're so right, home ...Such a good post, Judy! You're so right, home is much more than that very dry definition! I was nodding along through your descriptions of your home! Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04344086795897680409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-61908826198482610882013-03-28T09:14:00.528-07:002013-03-28T09:14:00.528-07:00lovely post I spent many years in a boarding schoo...lovely post I spent many years in a boarding school so I've often felt a bit homeless a bit nomadic. But with marriage and children I found that as long as they were around I was home. There is a great song written by Clive Gregson and one of the verses says :-<br /><br />That home is where the heart is<br />Take those steps across the floor <br />Into the arms of the one who loves you<br />And never roam no more<br />No never roam no more<br />No more<br /><br /><br />Viv@Thoughts from the Desktophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06730298140439036198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-8659251738354934092013-03-28T08:27:45.321-07:002013-03-28T08:27:45.321-07:00What a beautiful post, Judy. I have so many versio...What a beautiful post, Judy. I have so many versions of the definition of "home". From where I grew up and feel the most connetion with as a physical place, to where I live now with my immediate family - where I've built a home and memories. But I love the song HOME by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros: "home is whenever I'm with you."ShanLeighhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924128726414153505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-43175231820807165982013-03-28T08:02:47.176-07:002013-03-28T08:02:47.176-07:00You have described it perfectly, Judy! Home is al...You have described it perfectly, Judy! Home is all that and more. When I saw that definition, I thought the same thing you did -- home is so much more than a place. Home for me is all the memories that were made here and the feeling that this is where I belong. All three of my sons have recently moved into new homes and I am hoping that they will make many happy memories there as well. Everyone should have a place where they can come at the end of the day and just say, "Ahhh, I'm home!" terriporterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14333055591899961253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068408751309289035.post-7199749243009710452013-03-28T03:56:03.293-07:002013-03-28T03:56:03.293-07:00This may sound odd but I've sat and thought ab...This may sound odd but I've sat and thought about it and it is true for me. Home, to me, is when Pat and I step back into Wooden's River, after the long wait through the winter. That river is our "home" river, where we spend so much of our time, where we've learned over many years all the nooks and rocks and deep spots where the fish lay in. As soon as we step into it (April 1st, not long now) I have this enormous feeling of "coming home" and my heart always feels so full. That's home to me.AFishGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05513718005250273753noreply@blogger.com