Sunday, March 29, 2009

What makes it home for me




It can be in any corner of the world, and it can never become a home untill I can become a part of their lives in a manner that they find meaningful. It makes me feel undiluted love when my car pulls up outside the gate and I can see a mottled shadow race to my doorstep, assuming I will reciprocate that expression of belonging by providing my legs to rub around while I rustle up a cat meal.