The comforts of home shift with memory, pieces of furniture from my growing up life, nestling the past in the present
~ but only part of the past
the part that brought me comfort.
Sometimes my real furniture looks dated and old, even my newest furniture ~ purchased because it fit ~
fit with the warmth of the past
all I ask from the past is comfort and safety
which memories are safe?
which need to be laid to rest?
My comforts of home?
the aroma of baking bread, a bubbling stew, fresh brewed coffee or roast chicken; the dirt under my fingernails after a good dig in my small garden pots, the sounds of CBC on Sunday morning, piano music and a whistling tea kettle, the whirr of my sewing machine, hum of the refrigerator and distant growl of lawnmowers
An abundance of sounds, aromas, and feelings - invisible heartstrings to the past.
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
~ James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
Author's note: Edited February 09, 2024