The Nest Worn and True

                                        

What does it mean to be home?

What are the feathers of the warm nest that have weathered time; though changed, have remained faithfully the same?

The smell of chocolate chips cookies that rushes out to greet me, melting in my heart and filling me with comfort.

Those mile long smiles that extend to eternity, holding me high and swinging me to backyard memories- where laughter was breathing happiness.

Being home, leaning against the kitchen counter, where listening and talking all at once, is as common as running outside barefoot.

The smell of home, the familiar structure, the twist of the driftwood and the nest that calls me; COREY!

photo: Birdhouse in the garden on my childhood. My cousin Daniel Ray made it over 40 years ago for my Mother.

Comments

[Shannon L]

How do your daughter and son communicate with everyone?

Do your parents know any French?

[Brother Mathew]

At last! A picture I know of! That bird house is at least 40 years old. The drift wood is from Fort Bragg on the coast. Both made of redwood. The birdhouse was either made by Dad or Daniel Ray. I don't think a bird has ever lived in it though. I think I'll head on over to Mom and Dad's for a cookie.

[stephanie s]

oh how beautiful, and to have inspired memories for you brother too.... just perfect.

[Josephine]

I love this birdhouse! Funny how different it is from the other pictures you normally post!

Glad to know you are heart-warmed and happy...

[Kristy]

So glad you are 'home'!

[Dawn]

savor every moment, dear Corey...

[annieelf]

How heartwarming, Corey. And how familiar the image. I think I will go out at lunch and find a warm chocolate chip cookie.

[Jeanne]

True friends are the chocolates chips in the cookies of life.
From my home tweet home to yours with love.
Blessings
Love Jeanne

[Colette]

It's simple and so very beautiful. Home is where the chocolate cookies are?

xoxo

[Cat]

I am sooooo happy for you Corey.

[isabel]

ahhh. home.

[snowsparkle]

corey, i'm so glad you're home! the way you write makes me want to go home now too! but my folks have moved so many times, that there's no real childhood home to go home to. the nearest thing i have to that is my camping spot at the edge of lake tahoe. i am so grateful for that home and the scent of the pines is my chocolate chip cookie equivalent.

[Paris Parfait]

Sounds like you're settling in to relaxation with your family. Enjoy every moment, dear Corey!

[ms*robyn]

Corey - you deserve every single minute of happiness, love & comfort that you get - enjoy it xoxo and hope you get to swing on that swing with Brother mathew - is he in a catholic order?

[diana]

Joy! Joy! Joy!...down in my heart ..
down in my heart to stay !

[amber]

I swear I can see how familiar the leaves on the tree, and the light is! I bet it is all familiar to you heart, too.

:)

[marybeth]

The Joys of homecoming!
Your description fills my heart with warm , full, tribal memories.
XO
MB

[mary ann]

you are home when your heart tells you!

enjoy tremendously!

:) mary ann xo

[susan@artstream]

ah drink it in the good life!
enjoy enjoy corey!

[Kristen Robinson]

This is so moving and thought provoking Corey! Home is definitely where our memories are, our todays and our tommorrows. As always I am enthralled with your blog!

My Best-
Kristen

[naturegirl]

Your home is an extention of you and whatever you are feeling.There is a wealth of love in yours! I would love that bird house in my garden!

[K]

I loved your post! I was sitting here making chocolate chip cookies as I read this. They are to be a treat at a going away party for my family and I. We are leaving Rome on Tuesday, after an adventure filled year, to go HOME to Chicago. Ah, to lean on my own kitchen counter!

Ciao Bella, K

[berrie]

Yep! You're home* Such a sweet post, I can smell chocochip cookies baking now..Have a blast with your family corey! xoxo

[andrea]

You sound so happy. How wonderful to be able to go home like that as an adult and mother. To be nurtured by your childhood home and family again. Amazing!
a.

[Darius]

That has to be a wonderful thing - to have continuity, as an adult, with a place that meant so much to you as a child.

[expatraveler]

I love this bird house. I must post mine tomorrow. It reminds me of that but of course I found this certain one on a hike in switzerland.

[erica]

welcome home! I'm waving to you! :)

[Anne]

*smile*

I love going to my mother's house and walking the yard over...there are tiny pieces of my childhood scattered here and there. A plastic jello mold I used to make mud & leaf pies...yum! A piece of rope still stuck in the tree where my brother and niece and I tried, unsuccessfully, to build a tree house.

On my desk sits one of the best treasures. It is a stuffed dog that my brother threw into the giant laurel hedge years and years ago. It was recently discovered and I snatched it up. One side of the dog is sun bleached and he is really worn beyond recognition. But I will never ever give him up! He's priceless. =)

[wishes&Heros]

So many memories and great stuff make you and me and all of us ... home...

[Marie-Noëlle]

Well, Corey, I thought that I had read the whole blog through but it is an endless spring...
I suspect you of hiding/adding posts overnight!
This one is wonderful... I like your associating you and birdies ... singing, nesting, cooking up, and probably cooing !!!