It is a wonderful feeling to be able to come home, wherever that happens to be. There is a comfort to ‘home,’ a place where you can curl up and relax. Somethings feel like home too. Perhaps it is your favorite blanket, a mug you’ve had since you were a child, or a book that is close to your heart.
My first book, Pathways to Illumination, brings me home time and time again. The poems within it are written from my heart, and I first started writing it when I felt quite alone (although I did have a good support network, I felt very alone).
I moved back with my parents during my low time, into their home. I had lived there many years, back when I was in high school, and returned to my old bedroom. I was there a long time as I underwent the healing process.
Poetry began to return to my mind, while I was there. Certainly not at first, but with time and the support of my parents and select others.
When I moved from my parents’ home to living independently once again, it was not easy. I wrote many of the poems within Pathways to Illumination while I tried to understand my independent surroundings. It took a long time to call the space “home.”
Today, I look at Pathways – a copy sits on the bookcase in my home office – and I see my growth in every page, every poem, every syllable.
Thank-you to everyone who has and continues to support the poetry collection.
Thank-you to Terry Irving for featuring Pathways to Illumination on the site Tired of Talking about Myself. It was fun to ‘pitch’ the book within the post and to explain more about the book there.
So, as I sign out of here for the day, I hope you are able to have a place that you call home and that there are comforting words on your mind’s bookshelf. ~christyb