Heart & Home
It's 1940 and war is imminent.
Staring at the unforgiving face of sacrifice, a young pilot makes what is, perhaps, his final purchase - a small gold locket, bearing his service wings. The wearer - his chosen sweetheart - will keep this heart close to her own; a symbol of what they later hope will be, their two hearts, reunited.
When a dear friend gifted me one of these same lockets, I was not only touched by her tremendous thoughtfulness, but left to ponder the symbolism of such a meaningful gesture.
Some say home is where your mom is. Others, that it's any four walls where love can be found.. Both sentiments have rung true in my own life. However, with my departure looming and my long New York goodbye well underway, I'm inclined to curl up with an alternative theology on the "home front" (see what I did there...).
I've become rather fond of the notion that perhaps, instead, “home" resides within ourselves.
The times I've felt most at home are ultimately the times I've felt most loved; safe from the pains of judgement and loneliness... free to be my authentic self.
And recognizing that, leads me to the wildly comforting notion that maybe home can always be close at hand; in our own heart...
If that were to be true, however many miles come between me and the few places I've come to call home, the love I’ve experiences and the memories I’ve made will continue to serve as shelter, wherever I might land...
So... the locket, in this case, will remain where it belongs; resting on the heart of a wandering pilot's daughter...serving as a reminder that anywhere I am, I can always feel at home.
P.S. Don't worry Mama - I'll be back. x