House and Home

I read a short article a few weeks ago in the local paper about the house being moved down Rt81 and how somehow they didn't get the proper papers and clearance and so the house had been moved to the parking lot of a closed store.
That was a few weeks ago. In that time it was turned some, angled a different way, and then the truck which had been hauling it left. There it sits.
Empty, yes, and seemingly looking really lost.
Somebody's home... not at all at home in the parking lot.

I wonder what all happened? Couldn't/wouldn't get the right permit. Had not planned ahead to know that the road they were thinking of going down wasn't wide enough? What didn't happen that let this house be in it's new place. I imagine there is more than one sad 'party' in this whole bargain.

Deep sigh Not homeless..but not home.

House and home and heart are all places in the mind as much as physical places. At a retreat I asked them to say where was home. Many talked about where they grew up, their grandmother's house, their parent's house, and a few said where they were just then.

Dorothy in the "Wizard of Oz" says there's no place like home and gets there. Perhaps that is what we all need to understand some times home is where we are, where we are known and loved, (even still), where the things of our lives are, where everybody knows our name.

Seems like we look long and hard for home and it can be found right where we are.

I hope this house finds it's home.
Where IS home for you?

God abide
Bobbie McGarey
@2004