No matter where I go, I’m always going home

Hang on. There are no disappointments or calamities that tomorrow will not cure.

Hang on. There are no disappointments or calamities that tomorrow will not cure.

It’s a dreamy day, a slight dusting of the snow;
The cats are snuggly ensconced on the couch.
On a day like this, I love listening to Rod McKuen.
A writer, a poet, a singer.

I collected so much of his poetry books.
Read and reread it
Pages earmarked on some
Scribbles on the pages of the book
Names of people who I can relate to the poetry
Most of these people are long gone from my life.

Rod kept them alive through his poetry.
It’s kind of silly to keep the memories of the past
And the weight of this is a burden for most times.
I wish I could carry it with a smile just like Buddha
Life doesn’t work out that way, one must let go.
Letting go of the memories starts by letting go of the books.
I gave away all of Rod’s poetry books.

Now I am going home.

“Home is something that you carry in your head
It lives within your heart forever.

And so I know no matter where I go in life
I’m always going home.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Home

These cats, Maurice and Lucy, are rescued and I gave them a home. 
Maurice and Lucy waiting for me to join them in bed

Maurice and Lucy waiting for me to join them in bed

The balcony is a dining room for the hummingbirds.
Feeder for the hummers in my  balcony

Feeder for the hummers in my balcony

 I don’t have a heart to clear the garden because the spider just weaved it’s home 
Spider's home in my garden

Spider’s home in my garden

 As for me this song, will say all about what I think of home