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“Where do you call home?”

That’s a question strangers ask each other in a line at a ski lift or a Starbucks. Usually, there is not a slight hesitation in the response except for those who grew up as “Army brats” or their parents worked for IBM (a.k.a.”I’ve Been Moved.”)

From the cupola where I often sit, I look down on many trees and shrubs. One particular Yew bush seems to attract a lot of different species of birds. They fly into it and “disappear” like residents walking into their high rise apartment.

If I had x-ray vision or made the effort to investigate at ground level, I would probably find several nests in there. What attracted my notice was the way they’d fly in and out. It was as if they always had a safe place to go to “disappear.” A home.

The sanctity of a house, the concept that “A man’s home is his castle” or even the idea of a “man cave” adds a security to life that few other things can match.

“Where do you call home?” Watching those birds disappear made me think of the invisible. Our bodies can pull up in the driveway, get a peck from the spouse and slump into our favorite chair. To the outside world, the minute we enter our “castle,” we have disappeared from their sight.

But where does the heart go when it needs respite and needs to deliberately find the branches that hold the nest for our safe landing? Our souls can get out of sorts. As we go through our 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and beyond into the “senior years,” life presents more variables than the bubbles of school and youth.  We enter the world of greater complexities with regard to relationships, job, health, finances, faith, geography and the sublime territory of losses – whether through death or through a freedom taken away or a relationship gone awry or whatever. We find ourselves uttering that dreaded cliche, “It’s complicated.”

In my younger days, I waited tables. One table in my section was a breeze and I was the diners’ hero because I had the luxury of doting on them. Two tables was not that bad. Three tables began to require efficiency, four tables demanded synchronicity with myself and the kitchen and the bar, five tables demanded error-less steps with a painted smile while six or more required nothing short of grace and good shoes.

And so it is with each passing decade, the need to disappear appears to reappear quite often. Where does my soul go? The Hebrew King David is one of my favorite historical figures because nothing ever seemed that easy for him and I can relate. At one point, his own followers wanted to kill him. His soul did a disappearance act that would make Houdini jealous.

“So David and his men wept aloud until they had no strength left to weep. David’s two wives had been captured…David was greatly distressed because the men were talking of stoning him… BUT DAVID FOUND STRENGTH [DISAPPEARED] IN THE LORD. 1 Samuel 30: 4-6

My birds find their refuge in the Yew bush. Me? I’m with David.

Where do you call home?

 

BELOW: YEW IS BIG BUSH TO THE RIGHT. (NO, YOU CAN’T SEE THE BIRDS, THEY DISAPPEARED INTO THEIR HOME.)

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