While living in Tokyo with our first born son, Zachary Moses, I found short bursts of time to write stories in-between his naps and our daily adventures. This inspired Japanese city is a place we happily learned to call home.
Before Tokyo, New York City had been the place my husband Greg and I claimed as our very own. In our home city we fell in love on the upper West Side and Battery Park City, married at the top of the World Trade Center and worked on Madison Avenue and on Wall Street. Falling in love with Greg I noticed home was everywhere we were together, loving each other anywhere in the world.
That’s when I began to notice “Gifts from Spirit”: moments, situations so beautifully offered, wrapped in ways I could not have imagined. I concluded, only the Divine can offer such perfect gifts.
Even during difficult moments, my life began to feel circular in an ever upward spiraling. I started journaling about Home: knowing, longing, imagining, creating, sharing. I was born into a loving home. Lost my childhood home when my parents separated and my father died less than a year later. I was welcomed into homes which inspired and held me safe when I needed it, places I could visit until I learned how to create and maintain a beautiful home of my own to share with the people I love infinitely.
Then, I became very busy…too busy to spend much time writing or even reading frankly…because Isabel Aya was born, and 14 months later Samuel Jacob was born and two years later Luc Solomon was born. When Luc was just a few years old, he went into the garden and delightedly brought me, squished in his warm hand, a freshly picked flower. Luc was showing me how to hold joy in the palm of my hand. Luc’s love of natural beauty, his ability to appreciate what is within his reach and his love of taste and texture in delicious food all inspired me to begin writing again from our kitchen table surrounded by our garden bursting with color and the light bouncing off of the San Francisco Bay. Anywhere together with my loved ones is home.
Where are you most at home?
I always feel home whenever I am near you.