Few notions of the human experience are simultaneously as vast yet as intimate, as shared yet as coveted, and as romanticized yet as practical, as that of home... in addition to it being a place we're all employed, thus deserving our respectful, albeit brief, coverage at The Citizen. Doubly so, being the holidays, with most of us on duty and thinking about what home means to us ~ as we help to make others' homes be what it means to them.
|Woody knew the welcome of home.|
And as well with our unique careers, the unique appeal becomes the intimacy we're entrusted during each minute of our working days, staying conscious of the solemn responsibility and how the seemingly small things can become largely important, all from the context of a welcoming home.
Because in a home, we're not just folding a sweater; we're folding a cherished fabric made of love... a gift from a child, or maybe a weekend excursion for two; the sacred essence now held within.
And in a home, we're not just serving a wine; we're
|Oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home.|
And, in a home, the privilege of working will never be lost upon us ~ as long as we remain keen on the very notion of what home is, both that of our own and of that we've the honor to serve.