Home is where the heart is
They say
But what if your heart is in two places?
Where people I love live.
Sounds painful.
But I don’t feel
Like my heart is torn
Split, divided
It usually feels more peaceful than that.
More full
Even more rich
Than if my heart was in only one place.
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When I am in one, I love and enjoy the people there
And when I am in the other, I do the same.
And yet
There is often a little tug on my heart
Reminding me of the one far away.
Tugs of variant force and persistence
Sometimes easy to ignore
Sometimes a bit sharper
Making my heart a little sore.
I try to listen to my heart when it feels that way
And reach out to connect across the oceans
It’s a small price to pay
For the privilege.
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I’m truely blessed to feel at home in both places.
Cape Town, the city and community I love
And primary home for now.
London, where family and friends
Also make me feel known, loved and at home.
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So I’m grateful.
For home is where the heart is
And I just happen
To have two.
Amen and Amen. Our hearts so often relate so well (!) with your writings. Thanks you.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. It means so much to me. I hope you are both well. Much love x