I could just sit
I could just sit and wait for all Your goodness
Hope to feel Your presence
And I could just stay
I could just stay right where I am and hope to feel You
Hope to feel something again
And I could hold on
I could hold on to who I am and never let You
Change me from the inside
And I could be safe
I could be safe here in Your arms and never leave home
Never let these walls down
But You have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I’ll go where You will lead me Lord
You have called me higher
You have called me deeper
And I’ll go where You lead me Lord
Where You lead me
Where You lead me Lord
– All sons and daughters
I have been silent of late. The last month in Siem Reap was busy. And as you say goodbye to people who you have come to love dearly it really is sad. I have moved lots. I have said goodbye to lots of friends. This time the move comes with the realization that I won’t be able to jump in my car and visit next weekend. Some of the goodbyes are final. So those final moments with special people are precious.
Ridding yourself of the stuff you have collected in nearly 3 years is perplexing, refreshing and confusing all in one. Confused over who or where to give an item. Perplexed at how you once arrived with one or two suitcases and now there are suitcases of stuff going out your door each day. Refreshing of knowing you have nothing, of being rid of the thought “what do I do with this?” Traveling light. I do confess my suitcase was not so light when I finally got on that plane, heading for Home.
And I began to ask myself what is home for me? What is the picture that comes to mind? What exactly am I heading for?
And so over the last few months, as I have arrived “home” I have had this amazing glimpse into what Home is for me. I had these dreams of returning to Bourke street in the last few months of being in Siem Reap. And it was strange to think I was not returning to the home I left. Given the time away, there was certainly a concern that I would arrive home and it would not be home. And at moments I catch myself thinking of my Siem Reap Home. In fact in my time back in my homeland I have thought of a number of Homes and the people I have share homes with. To share just a few there are memories of Craziness at Donnington street, of Green-bay , Days in Glen Eden, The mount house and all the good people you meet along the way. I have resided in so many places. So many homes.
I am currently enjoying the time with family in my Randell place Home. Returning to NZ has been a great time of reconnecting with friends and family. I have not quite managed to see everyone yet, but I have enjoyed catching up. I like the fact that I have more people to see, and they are just a road trip away. And it’s been nice to take things rather slowly. It’s not often that we have quiet time in life and so I am enjoying the quiet.
There’s this picture in our minds of home being a safe place. Home being a refuge. A place to be ourselves. A place where we might be at our messiest and our happiest all at once. Beautiful spaces. Creative spaces. Practical spaces. Where meals are shared. Laughter is heard. Comfort. Unchanging. Constant. Home.
As I got on the plane to return home there was this great knowledge within of exactly where I was going and where Home would be. Its funny though the way life turns out. As I send out CVs around the country, as I begin to google destinations completely unknown, as reality hits that I will be packing the suitcases again. I wonder, ‘ Perhaps I am not home?’
Perhaps home can be anywhere. Having made a home in a foreign land I think we can make homes where ever we go. Maybe home is not safe. Maybe it’s a place of change.
As I stand on this path, I find myself waiting and wondering what might just come next. Where will I be tucking my suitcase next? Where is home? Who will be the people that sit around my table? Where will I find rest? What will be the questions and the challenges I wrestle with? And I am left wondering perhaps in this life we are never really home, perhaps each bend deepens us. Each twist widens us. Perhaps home is not what we think it is, and perhaps it is all that and more. Perhaps home lies within?
And so I find myself waiting and wondering. And you will find me now writing in a new spot. Check it out