ON ANOTHER LEVEL
“Home for Good”
It is snowing yet again in this snow-filled winter. The cat just barely pokes his nose beyond the doorjamb and slowly sniffs as I hold open the door too long letting the cold air seep into the warm kitchen. “Hurry up and make up your mind,” I say. But the cat pays no heed, twitching his nose and holding his ears erect, waiting for the slightest temptation to draw him out into the snowy winter landscape. None appears so he retreats back to a warm spot on the chair near the heating vent waiting patiently for spring or at least for the snow to end. He lives in the moment, accepting the gifts of each season.
Yes, this is Leo, our cat who went missing when we first moved to Massachusetts. Then, he was trying to find his way back to Connecticut, to what he believed was home. Now, more than four years later, he is at home here at our lake house. It may be that the old place is a distant memory, but he shows no sign of missing it.
I am amazed at how infrequently I think of our old home. Certainly, I have memories that pop up and that I share with my children and grandchildren. And there is all the stuff – furniture, pictures, useful and decorative items – with which I have filled this house and which seem to have been meant for this place. I am thoroughly and contentedly ensconced here as I will be for the rest of my life. It is good to know that and it shades all facets of my life now as I contemplate growing old. New memories will be created, new interests will develop, new traditions will grow.
I do not know what the coming years will bring or how I will fill out my life. I ponder the meaning of life often and wonder what my final contribution will be. But, I am home and it is good.
Love, Vicki Merriam Director of Religious Education