Hartekreten

 

Each creature that’s known may have a house of its own, but how to make it into a home?

en het is zaak dat je je daar in ieder geval thuis voelt!

"A Heart Needs A Home"

I came to you when no one could hear me
I'm sick and weary of being alone
Empty streets and hungry faces
The world's no place when you're on your own
A heart needs a home

I know the way that I feel about you
I'm never gonna run away
I'm never gonna run away
I never knew the way when I lived without you
I'm never gonna run away
I'm never gonna run away

Some people say that I should forget you
I'm never gonna be a fool
I'm never gonna be a fool
A better life they say if I never met you
I'm never gonna be a fool
I'm never gonna be a fool

Tongues talk fire and eyes cry rivers
Indian givers, hearts of stone
Paper ships and painted faces
The world's no place when you're on your own
A heart needs a home

Don't Let Me Come Home a Stranger

As I walked out one evening
To breathe the air and sooth my mind
I thought of friends and the home I had
And all those things I left behind, oh...

A silent star shone on me
My eyes saw the far horizon
As if to pierce this veil of time
And escape this earthly prison, oh...

Will there come a time when the memories fade
And pass on with the long, long years?
When the ties no longer bind
Lord save me from this darkest fear
Don't let me come home a stranger
I couldn't stand to be a stranger

In this place so far from home
They know my name but they don't know me
They hear my voice; they see my face
But they can't lay no claim on me, oh...

As I walk this universe
I free my mind of time and space
I wander through the galaxy
But never do I find my place, oh...

Houses and boxes ....

 .... and whatever we stuff into them will have to come out at some point.

In a book titled "dreaming reality"by Joe Griffin and Ivan Tyrrell I found this great nursery rhyme that may resonate and ring bells on many different levels.

A House is a House for Me by M.A. Hoberman (1982) Puffin Books

A glove is a house for a hand, a hand.

A stocking’s a house for a knee.

A shoe or a boot is a house for a foot

And a house is a house for me!

A box is a house for a teabag.

A teapot is a house for some tea.

If you pour me a cup and I drink it all up,

Then the teahouse will turn into me!

Cartons are houses for crackers.

Castles are houses for kings.

The more I think about houses,

The more things are houses for things.

And if you started in thinking,

I think you will find it is true

That the more that you think about houses for things,

The more things are houses for you.

Barrels are houses for pickles

And bottles are house for jam.

A pot is a spot for potatoes.

A sandwich is home for some ham.

The cookie jar’s home to the cookies.

The breadbin is home to the bread.

My coat is a house for my body.

My hat is a house for my head.

And once you get started in thinking this way,

It seems that whatever you see

Is either a house or it lives in a house,

And a house is a house for me!

A book is a house for a story.

A rose is a house for a smell.

My head is a house for a secret,

A secret I will never tell.

A flower’s at home in a garden.

A donkey’s at home in a stall.

Each creature that’s known has a house of its own

And the earth is a house for us all.