Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Thank you. Safe at home.

I'm in an airport bar. A sports bar. Mostly no one really watches the 3 TVs that border this postage stamp of a place, but today the CUBS are playing and the place is electric (yes, even in Los Angeles.). Cheers, boos, groans, gestures. People are leaping to their feet. Me, I'm thinking how lovely the phrase safe at home is. 
My mother was no longer safe in my home, but I'm on my way back to see how her first week in a nursing home has gone. I'm also on my way to see my friend Pete and my Iowa family. Soon I will be safe at home even though I will be away from home. Don't you love how that sounds?
That feeling of safety is really just another manifestation of love. Love makes us feel safe. I felt so much safety in your comments last week, dear friends. I was safe at home in your love and support. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. 
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4 comments:

  1. Ms. MoonOctober 13, 2015 at 4:17 PM

    Home is where the heart is.
    Corny but true as hell.

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  2. ain't for city galsOctober 13, 2015 at 7:10 PM

    This is so true....love makes us feel safe. I feel pretty safe tonight and hope that you and yours are the same...

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  3. ElizabethOctober 13, 2015 at 9:16 PM

    Thank YOU for keeping us posted. May love accompany you everywhere you travel --

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  4. 37paddingtonOctober 14, 2015 at 11:31 PM

    May you feel safe everywhere, always.

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?