03 Jan 11
Just got home from Bora to welcome 2011. It's my third "New Year" at The Island and as always, i had a great time- thanks mainly to verygoodfriend Bhing Alipante.
And so, the weary body (mainly from the big waves that hit the RoRo) was forced to plunge (stomach down) on the dusty and debri-filled (firecrackers. left my window open the whole time i was out) bed.
Breathed a sigh of satisfaction. I'm at familiar territory, again.
Is it serendepity to come across this writing on a 1983 Reader's Digest Points to Ponder section? It is exactly my present state of well-being, hence the urge to document it.
William Houseman:
One of the most satisfying aspects of going home derives from rediscovering the joys of familiarity. There is the old reassuring bed; therapeutically obsolete though it be, it's your bed. The tick of the clock, the slam of the door, the creak of the steps- they, too, may be among your personally prized associations. Even the rising sun may be a personal possession; if the sunlight enters a certain window you remember its entering, then it is where it is supposed to enter. By clear inference, the sun therefore rises where it's supposed to. And for the best of all reasons: you're at home.
:)
