eyes open
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
It's amazing how quickly things can really come into place when you let yourself fall. I've been feeling alive. Fucking alive. Last night was one of the most wonderful times to date and I'm glad I can say I am thankful and I can see. I can see clearly. I can't verbalize it, literally, choke I on the words but I know that it's right, at the end of the day, it's the right thing. It's like I'm spinning in circles with my arms out like I did when I was little, just feeling full and dizzy.
I've been closing doors, opening new ones, seeing what I maybe should've a long time ago with certain things and that's good. I need some more practice with this, but it's not an overnight part but I'm blessed for the help of all the constants and the new to assist me in the transformation.
I am naked, I am scared, I am excited, I am happy, I am nostalgic, I am thankful.
This is life.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Updated
I updated my website for the first time in quite a while, you should check it out.
www.natalieharding.com
www.natalieharding.com
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Home?
I've been pondering lately as to what 'home' really means. Is home a feeling? Is home a place? Is home a destination, a journey, a person? What is home?
I recently was visited by my mom and her husband and while visiting my grandparents, her parents, someone said "welcome to Connecticut!" and then this was followed by another saying "welcome home!" --- At that moment, it struck me as odd, something I wanted to speak out about; this is no longer her home. This is her place of origin, her 'hometown' if you will, where she is from….but no longer her "home". She has made her nest in Texas, and that is where home to her is. This is just a destination.
This has also got me thinking of how a person I'm very close with calls my house her home, not where she actually resides, not with the people she shares genes with. With me, my family, in my home.
What makes a home? Is it the people? The place? The love?
What is home to you?
I recently was visited by my mom and her husband and while visiting my grandparents, her parents, someone said "welcome to Connecticut!" and then this was followed by another saying "welcome home!" --- At that moment, it struck me as odd, something I wanted to speak out about; this is no longer her home. This is her place of origin, her 'hometown' if you will, where she is from….but no longer her "home". She has made her nest in Texas, and that is where home to her is. This is just a destination.
This has also got me thinking of how a person I'm very close with calls my house her home, not where she actually resides, not with the people she shares genes with. With me, my family, in my home.
What makes a home? Is it the people? The place? The love?
What is home to you?
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