Homey delights.
Where does your imagination go when you hear or read these words above?
Does it match your reality in space and time?
What do you see?
What do you hear?
What do you smell?
What do you touch?
Now, please close your eyes for a moment or two and focus on your feelings.
Often contemplating, I delve into homey realms where stirrings create sensational aromas. Unwanted solitary hours blend well with imagination’s inhalation and exhaling of dreams, perspectives, reality, and salt sprinkling. Somehow, miraculously, the Creator’s guiding hand and gentle touches direct the process to include all essential ingredients. Appreciative moments of joy, love, comforting peace, friendship, knowledge, and gratitude garnish the essence of all my efforts, righteous desires, and interpersonal relationships.
Since my heart’s taste buds lovingly remember tried and proven deliciousness before beginning to introduce new tasting experiences and possibilities, with a variety of combinations and choices, to the batter of my life, I anticipate delightful outcomes. Years of relying on instinct, trust, faith, security in loving companionship, and raising eight children make a great base, most valuable when the unexpected happens.
Lately, sensing something changing within, I appreciate the light casting shadows, embracing their marvelous occurrences, like secret ingredients. The seasonings of my life marinate receptive, prepared senses as time ticks. During the last few months, cherished interpersonal relationships provide stability, security, and overwhelming feelings, spilling words into verse. A buffet of visually satisfying sensory expressionism conceals surprising delicacies designed for personal consumption, and feasting I do.
Within the last year, my overpowering desire to feed my soul by sharing the abundance of love I have to give resulted in feeling the yearning rhythmic beating of what I considered my homeless heart. Outwardly seeking fulfillment by relying on an active lifestyle, others, their needs, and writing to please, I enlarged the mixing bowl of my life. Then, struggling through the darkness to reach the glimmering light casting shadows, I looked closely at and into myself. How unknowing was I, and still am in many ways. Discovering myself in greater depth, beneath layers of experiences, amazes and confirms my unlabeled identity of worth to self. Searching earnestly while sincerely listening for the whispering breezes of inspiration, peace, and thoughts, a feast, exquisitely prepared, nourishes my hungering heart. What did I discover? While I wish and hope a man will accept my heart and allow me to rest hearthside in his, I know my heart has a home in me. Home in my heart, what an astounding new revelation of homey delights!
Homey Delights
Like the inviting aroma of cedar logs,
crackling, showcasing flames of blue, orange, and yellow
or the heartiest stew on a cold winter's night,
feels the blazing comfort in the hearth of the heart.
The sunset's beauty foreshadows lights of the dark,
calling the romantic heart to abide in dreams,
delights, when within the heart resides self,
true and noble, nurtured in the light of shadows.
Home, where life's flames spark of goodness and peace,
warming the cockles of the heart, nourishing needs,
unveiling aromatic senses, savouring
tastes of heavenly concoctions, a snuggling haven.
My answers for you.
A dancing rhythm flows through every cavity of my body. Lifting me into the realm of billowing clouds, wherein visions of hugs, campfires, beaches, mountains, sunsets, sunrises, couch cuddling, and family-passed down, homemade goodness (especially oatmeal raisin cookies) perform cherished memories, I snuggle in cozy warmth.
Like a butterfly, I allow the wind beneath my wings to carry me while flying into nature’s wilderness of beauty.
Heightened senses of sight, hearing, smell, and touch pique my curiosities. Wonder and gratitude fill my heart and mind. I snatch at least two, hot from the oven, oatmeal raisin cookies.
Ahhhhh, is my sigh. I’m home!
Yes, I am home in my heart, mind, soul, nature, and where I lay my head down to rest. But . . . Where are my blueberry delights? How about cookies?
Grandma’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies (my children prefer chocolate chips)
*passed down from generations of grandmas*
I substitute raisins or chocolate chips for walnuts.
**I find the first batch, in my oven, takes about 10 minutes, very lightly browned, and they stay soft when cooled.**
Very beautifully written. I especially enjoyed the blueberry part.