“A home is a refuge from the world, a place of safety.”
Source: All the Flowers in Paris
“Home is memory and companions and/or friends who share the memory.”
Source: The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations
“There is a reason why I have a lot of plants growing inside of my home.”
“Tropical palms bring strong solar energy to your home that break up stale energy, and keep your home safe from nasty spiritual entities. The African violet is associated with love and magic, and its vibrant purple flowers pull lunar energy into your home. Aloe, a succulent that grows in long spears, is moon planet associated with the water element because the gel inside the leaves in cooling and healing. The clusters of star shaped flowers that grow on the long tendrils of the hoya, also called a wax plant, produce truly intoxicating nectar whose aroma fills the whole house and bestows blessings on anyone who smells it.”
Source: Green Witchcraft: A Practical Guide to Discovering the Magic of Plants, Herbs, Crystals, and Beyond
“If parents’ understanding of marriage is not directed towards their home life, their children suffer directly.”
Source: Children in the Church Today: An Orthodox Perspective
“You don't have to stay if you don't want to,' said the girl called Makepeace. 'But you're welcome to travel with us as long as you like. We believe in second chances, for the people who don't usually get them.
'You're among friends, Hannah, You're home.”
Source: A Skinful of Shadows
“We fell into a different kind of love. One that was sturdier, safer, and more like home than anything I'd ever experienced.”
Source: More Than Enough: Claiming Space for Who You Are
“I knew Dad was concerned about my past associations. I was from the Trash Alley. It was my community. I hung out with thugs from the Frog Bottom, the Burns Bottoms, the Red Line, the S-Curve, the Sandfield, the Morning Side, and a bunch of other places that shall remain nameless. I knew all of the “Legends of the Hood”: Sin Man, Swap, Boo Boo, Emp-Man, Cookie Man, Shank, Polar Bear, Bae Willy, Bae Bruh, Skullhead Ned, Pimp, Crunch, and Goat Turd (just to name a few). I thought maybe Dad had summoned me as a “show and tell” for the kids in his neighborhood—the hardliner to scare those wayward suburban brats back into reality.”
Source: Surviving Chaos: How I Found Peace at A Beach Bar
“The feeling of eating the last oatcake has stuck with me: a funny mix of joy and salt and homesickness, and sharp cheese, and knowing how far I was from an oatcake shop, and my grandparents, and the green-grey moorland.
There’s no landscape like the Staffordshire moorlands (they aren’t moors; that’s important). On the edge of a national park, but not nearly so beloved, the earth dips and swoops in lazy curves that seem almost-but-not-quite like somewhere you’ve been before. I wasn’t born there, and didn’t grow up there, and yet some part of me – some mining ancestor deep in the bone – always knows: this is where the bones come from. This is a kind of home.”
Source: Midnight Chicken: & Other Recipes Worth Living For
“Permission calls us home to ourselves. It brings us back to where we belong. And it reminds us that we are safe, sound, and secure—even when everything around us is falling apart.”
Source: Permission to Grieve: Creating Grace, Space, & Room to Breathe in the Aftermath of Loss