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“He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Weekly Photo Challenge: A Home in Bayeux

A while ago, I wrote a post about My Dream Homes in which I featured a series of truly amazing homes. For this week’s Home assignment, I would have preferred to feature one of the nests built by the birds that come every spring to build a nest under our roof or in a hanging basket on our balcony.  Alas, I couldn’t get any decent shots because they have not arrived; the erratic weather discourages them. I hope they come back when spring finally sets in… The early crocuses have popped up their purple heads by our front door so, I remain hopeful.

Instead, I have chosen to feature two places one can call home; the serene sanctuary at Omega, in Rhinebeck, NY, and a beautiful Tudor style home I walked by in the lovely town of Bayeux, France. I had gotten off the train in Bayeux from Caen and there was no taxi in sight. A kind lady told me I could easily walk down the road and find my way to the museum that houses the famous Bayeux Tapestry. As I turned the corner on my way to the museum, this home and it’s colorful garden welcomed me… It might not matter to you but those flowers were blooming their pretty heads off in November. The stillness around me was a reminder that home is where our heart it… Below is a poem/long quote from Kahlil Gibran on Home; a very powerful, pithy message.  As Maya Angelou says, “I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” What does home mean to you?

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Basho

Weekly Photo Challenge: A home is ... a sanctuary

A Home is a Sanctuary or Wherever Our Heart is. The Omega Sanctuary is a place to meditate, chant, stretch our limbs or be still. We can find a home in places that are atypical; in the forest, mountainous terrain, waterfalls, by a busy shore… and then we can find one in familiar places that welcome our hearts. It doesn’t have to be a place where we sleep. It could be a place where we find rest and safety; like a sanctuary. Below, Kahlil takes a closer look and asks some thought-provoking questions… What does it all mean? And then, if/when it’s swept away, destroyed, where do we call home? I send out prayers to all who have lost their homes… It is in our hearts; at least the memory of home, and then the rebuilding will come. Don’t despair.

On Houses by Khalil Gibran
And tell me, people of OrphaIese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?
Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?
Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Tell me, have you these in your houses?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host and then a master?

RIP Nathaniel D Hale aka Nate Dogg hip hop icon and collaborator w/ Snoop, Warren G, Eminem and others.

Positive Motivation Tip: Find a place inside your heart to call home and then match that with a similar space outside.

PHOTO CREDITS/ATTRIBUTIONS: From my personal collection

Until Next Time…
Ask. Believe. Receive. ©
Elizabeth Obih-Frank
Mirth and Motivation
Positive Kismet

28 Comments leave one →
  1. 17/03/2011 12:43 am

    Thanks for sharing photos of two beautiful homes.
    As you say, home doesn’t have to be a building – some of our Japanese neighbors don’t have that luxury anymore, so I guess home for them is wherever they can lie their head.

    • 17/03/2011 12:53 am

      Thank you Barb… sorry I deleted the first one I posted on Home because it wasn’t quite ready… But yes, home is… lots of different things. 🙂

  2. 17/03/2011 12:52 am

    I love the first quote ~ I am happiest and most at peace at home.

    If it were swept away, I would be homeless, for a time, until I found a new place to call home.

    Thanks, Eliz.

    • 22/03/2011 7:40 am

      Thanks Nancy,
      I am thankful for a peaceful home too… I remain grateful for the blessing of a home where I truly find goodness and peace and joy… Now if only I could stop this night owling thing… I’d really get some rest… I suspect aging has a hand in it. 🙂

  3. 17/03/2011 1:06 am

    And I would be home anywhere I found people that I love. 🙂 For me, it’s not so much the place…but who inhabits the space.

    • 22/03/2011 7:43 am

      Yes, a very important factor is the what you raised… the people make the space. So true. 🙂

  4. 17/03/2011 3:38 am

    home is where the heart is.. ..

  5. 17/03/2011 7:14 am

    Hi hmmm… what should I call you? Kismet?

    Thanks for dropping on my blog. Nice finding your friendly blog, since I like making friends internationally 🙂 My blog is in Indonesian language, but I often share my shots most of the time, I am glad if you can enjoy it…

    About home… I am kind of a mobile person, a nomadic one since I was kid, My home spread in many places in Indonesia… plus, since I’d been in Brunei and US, I feel they are my home too… 🙂 coz I feel no fear, no sad, no awkward.. just like you said: it is where the heart is…

    Hmm, sorry for my poor english 🙂

    • 22/03/2011 7:48 am

      Hi Prima,
      Thank you for following up… I loved your photo and will stop by to check out what you have next. Your English is fine… I understood you and, like you, I am a bit of a nomad too. I think the constant move helps people like us adjust quickly and adapt to new surroundings. 🙂
      Thanks again,

  6. 17/03/2011 5:49 am

    greetings by

    • 22/03/2011 7:45 am

      Hmmm… yes, we need those too. 🙂

  7. 17/03/2011 9:34 am

    It is so true that home is where you make it. It’s not about the structure it’s about the love and warmth of it. Having lived in so many places in my life I would have to say there have only been a few I would call home.
    Love the Kahil Gibran piece.
    Lovely post Elizabeth. Thanks

    • 22/03/2011 7:50 am

      Thank you Barb,
      I understand exactly what you’re saying… I have carried the idea of home in my heart and even in the years when I didn’t feel at home in many places, I knew what it felt like in my heart… Memories are powerful. 🙂

  8. 17/03/2011 9:51 am

    It’s a cliché, I know, but home is truly where the heart is. I used to believe I wanted a mansion to call my home. But now, I know better. If love is absent from it, it isn’t home.

    I hope spring comes soon to you! 🙂 I dropped by to let you know that I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger award: I admire your writing, how positive it is, and how inspirational! Hope you’ll accept the award.

    • 22/03/2011 7:55 am

      You know, I still want the mansion by the sea but I know where home truly is… in my heart and with my loved ones… 🙂
      Thanks again for the gift. I finally wrote about it and spread the love… It’s hard to tell if people like it or not; especially when some don’t respond.
      Isn’t there a rule about courtesy on this one topic?
      I accept and though I modified the rules, I accept it in the spirit of goodwill in which it was given. 🙂

  9. 17/03/2011 11:08 am

    home is where our heart is …

    • 22/03/2011 7:56 am

      That cat looked quite happy! 🙂

  10. 17/03/2011 12:12 pm

    This past week, I visited my sister’s new home that she and her boyfriend bought last summer. It is my first visit. It is a lovely 3 story townhouse across from the Philadelphia Art Museum and Fairmount Park.
    It is a beautiful thing when two people combine their artistic, literary, and vision to infuse their love and joy as one. The result is a warm and loving home full of their life.

    • 22/03/2011 8:01 am

      And it is in a pretty part of Philly… I know that area and have been to the museum too. (I can see Rocky running up the steps 🙂 )It is a beautiful blessing to find that harmony between two; home in their hearts and in a place. 🙂

  11. kimmiesm permalink
    17/03/2011 1:05 pm

    That’s a neat picture! Home is a very comforting word. I’ve been near homeless before, and once, a big semi truck was my only home for a year. When my life finally balanced out, I so appreciated home, even if it was only a 1 room apt. No matter what extravagant place you may go visit, you’re always glad to get back home.

    • 22/03/2011 8:09 am

      Amen and I am so happy for you Kimmie that you finally found your version of home… I do apologize for replying so late to my comments; life got so hectic. I am so touched by your comment and I’m sure you have some stories there too… Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  12. 17/03/2011 6:42 pm

    Home is where the heart is. Our home is our sanctuary, the quiet place for enjoying comfort and familiarity. A place I’m always happy to return to, after a hard day’s work, or a few days of a getaway adventure.

    • 22/03/2011 8:11 am

      Yes… it is so for those who have it and yet for many others, it is a place worse than hell. I try to remember that our gratitude and joy must be constant…. especially those for whom home is a sanctuary.
      TY Penny 🙂

  13. 18/03/2011 11:12 am

    How nice you know “Matsuo Basho”.
    Home shows the quality of family’s relationship, I think.

    • 22/03/2011 8:13 am

      Yes it does show what the relationship is like… When there is anger and misery in a home, it pervades it; likewise peace and joy. And it does change from time to time… You are right. 🙂

  14. 19/03/2011 11:38 am

    My husband and daughter still tease me when I talk about going home – meaning to south Mississippi to visit my dad. Mississippi was my home for the first 28 years of my life, and in my mind it will probably always seem like “home”.

    • 22/03/2011 8:16 am

      Sure does… when I read your comment I realized that I would say the same thing if my parents were nearby and in the place I grew up; I would call it going home… We can have more than one home so you are right too. 🙂

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