I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

I thought a lot about home while I was on vacay in West Virginia. It was so nice to be with my dear friend from high school. We talked about everything. It’s a wonder my throat isn’t sore and my jaw doesn’t ache from all the chatting. Being with Tracy and my new friend, Teenie was so easy. There was no reason to be “ON” or to entertain each other. We were able to just, be. Tracy took me all over the countryside and showed me her beautiful home state. As we drove the country roads, I got so confused about what state we were in. You’d travel down one road and be in Maryland. Then you’d travel to another town and be in Virginia. Then you’d travel down another road and be back in West Virginia. I’m so directionally challenged I use a GPS to find my way out of a paper bag.

As I traveled to West Virginia, I wrote down thoughts or what I call “word doodles”. I shared some of them with you all in some of my posts. I wrote some on the way home too. But then I heard the song Home by Phil Phillips. I don’t watch American Idol much but when I heard the young man sing this song, I fell in love with it. The lyrics are simple but explain the feeling of home perfectly. Home is wherever the love of your life is. I know where ever I am, and Roger Darling is, I’m home. All I have to do is stand beside him, he’ll put his hand in mine and I’m safe. I can land after all of the flying around I tend to do. He grounds me. He’s my constant and my center.

I have no guarantees in this life. I know that. However, I do have one. And that is the unconditional love of my Roger Darling. I don’t know many people who can say that about their partner. I will never, ever be loved as completely as I am by him. I will be forever grateful for that and for him. His love makes me want to be a better person. May you all be half as blessed as I am. I’m so glad to be home after my first solo road trip.

Goodnight and I wish you all good love.

19 thoughts on “I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home

  1. Hi Renee,
    what a lovely post 🙂
    There’s nothing like a few days apart to make you realise just how special that ” other ” person is.
    I feel exactly the same way about my wife, and when she goes away for work, even if ot is only one night, it seems like all the light and the life has gone out of the house ( it’s certainly a lot quiter 🙂 )
    When she’s back the light and life return. I would be lost without her.
    Hope you had a good night,
    love n hugs

    • It was a very good night. It was nice to sit and catch up. I showed him pictures and shared stories. He laughed and shook his head a usual. I’m so happy that I have him as my grounding force. I keep him young. We complement each other well. We’re partners and friends, but we’re intimate too. I love it. I love him. Glad you have someone like that too.

  2. Amazing, funny, touching and REAL! you have the biggest heart Renee and your family is so incredibly blessed; I am so proud to call you my friend!

    • Oh Lisa my love thank you. I’m so glad we’re friends too. Sometimes I lose my way. Some days I want to fly away. But then I remember that I have a man that loves me. That I love him. We’re good to each other. We’re partners. He grounds me but lets me fly. He loves my bright and my dark sides.I’m so incredibly thankful for him.

  3. Great post. I now just what you mean. One of my favorite Bill Joel songs will probably end up in a Tunes Tuesday post, but it expresses the same type of emotion you are talking about. Here are the lyrics: YOU’RE MY HOME (Billy Joel)

    When you look into my eyes
    and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
    it always comes as a surprise
    when I feel my withered roots begin to grow.

    Well I never had a place
    that I could call my very own
    but that’s all right my love
    cuz you’re my home.

    When you touch my weary head
    and you tell me everything will be all right.
    You say use my body for your bed
    and my love will keep you warm throughout the night.

    Well I’ll never be a stranger
    and I’ll never be alone
    wherever we’re together
    that’s my home.

    Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike
    Indiana’s early morning dew
    high up in the hills of California
    home is just another word for you.

    Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
    but that’s all right my love
    cuz you’re my home.

    If I travel all my life
    and I never get stop and settle down
    long as I have you by my side
    there’s a roof above and good walls all around.
    You’re my castle, you’re my cabin
    and my instant pleasure dome.
    I need you in my house
    cuz you’re my home,..
    you’re my home.

    Thanks for another great post!

  4. I’ve been shwamped, but I took a break tonight to catch up on some blog reading, and I’m so glad I made it here. You’ve made me all teary with a couple of your posts. Renee, your writing has changed. Your voice has changed. It’s the most beautiful thing to witness.

    • Oh sweetheart thanks for the sweet comments. I’ve been honing my skills and finding so many things to write about. The words pour out of me. Sometimes there’s pain, but most of the time there’s love. Glad you’re here Moonbeam.. Check out the Ghost of Great Love. That was my best. 🙂

  5. Congratulations, Renee. That is indeed as good as it gets. And that is plenty good enough. Congratuatlons to both of you, as I’ll bet he feels the same about you.


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