• October Gets Me Every Time

    by  • October 24, 2014 • 0 Comments

    Morning Coffee & writingsthis is october. currently…

    :: eating freezer meals

    :: digging out sweaters

    :: realizing i’m out of touch with what’s in (fashion-wise)

    :: reading short-stories

    :: missing my dancers

    :: making the bed daily

    :: getting into football season

    :: writing just about every day

    :: shredding, storing & scanning the right way

    :: waiting to be a blood donor (just a few more days)

    :: considering a toyidermy pop-up shop for the holidays

    :: spending too much time watching reality TV

    :: enjoying the seasonal change in my CSA

    :: dancing around the house

    :: loving fall’s rainy days

    :: drinking hot tea like it’s my job (which, it is right now, kinda) and,

    :: feeling all the feelings.

    “Home, Sweet Home” Gets Me Every Time

    by  • October 23, 2014 • 4 Comments

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    As a writer, by profession, I explore words and phrases every day. I’m fascinated by clichés and oft-used phrases. So, I’ve decided to bore you all with a look at where some of those sayings come from.

    Starting with one that we should all feel so lucky to say, “Home, Sweet Home.” (It’s also one I touched upon in great detail yesterday.) So where does “Home ,Sweet Home” come from? And what does “Home, Sweet Home” mean?

    Home Sweet Home vintage mugs from Etsy shop SimpleTreasury
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    Well, according to the vast depths of the internet wikipedia, the phrase originates from an American playwright, author, poet and all-around creative guy, John Howard Payne. In 1822 he wrote the lyrics, which were then set to music and the next year, became an integral song of the 1823 novella Clari, or The Maid of Milan. (Not to be confused with the later opera Clari.)

    The lyrics are as follows:

    Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
    Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
    A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
    Which seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met elsewhere.
    Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home!
    There’s no place like home
    There’s no place like home!

    There’s even a movie about the lyricist, appropriately titled, Home, Sweet Home.

    Home Sweet Home pillowcase from Etsy Shop audemarine
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    But that doesn’t really answer the question, “what does ‘home, sweet home’ mean?” I guess nothing is going to answer that question except one’s own mind though.

    To me, “home, sweet home” is not referencing a place, but the feelings associated with the idea of home.  “Home, sweet home,” is the comfort and safety associated with that idea. It’s the familiarity and ease and all the feelings—stress, love and everything in between.

    My “home, sweet home” is the sigh of relief I feel after a long day. It’s the joy I feel when surrounded by friends and family. It’s the pride of a job well done. It’s the weight lifting off my shoulders before a three-day weekend.

    What’s does “home, sweet home” feel like to you?