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Imagine flying high above the land. Below you spot your house take a moment to see your surroundings and landscape. As your feet reach the ground look around you as you walk down the road to your door. Listen to the sounds and take in the sights. Push open your front door. Stop and look into your home. Notice the light and engage your senses. Listen to your house on the inside and out. Take in the smells and scents. Run your hand across the surfaces and feel your home and furniture. Use your eyes to notice the features. Find the heart of your home.
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I fly above a forest and winding country lanes, a ribbon of a stream to a small cluster of houses. My feet touch down in a lane where hedges boarder the fields on either side. Walking down the lane I know the people in all the houses, we are community, we live together. I walk through my garden that overflows with heady flowers and abundance of vegetables. Birds sing during the day and at night the sky is teeming with stars. Pushing open the heavy front door, inside is wood and plaster. Brilliant sunlight flows through the windows in slices that illuminate the beams. It’s simple and small. The walls are full to the brim with art and books. There’s places to sit with blankets, a place to write and read. The heart of the home is in two places: the wood burner and the kitchen table. Both wood and metal worn by their constant use. The house is full of the smell of woodsmoke and baking. I belong here. I am safe and secure.
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This imagination exercise is inspired by @hanbullivant. It is the beginning of my project on ‘home’. It is my exercise in staying safe and sane during this turbulent time. Please join in with your responses to this same imagining using the hashtag #thehomeinmyheart
