This streaming was inspired by Sheryl’s word of the day, Porch.
In my youth, our family moved at least seven times before we settled in a place for eight years when we finally moved to a home that my parents made their last.
However, moving from place to place, state to state, apartment living and so on, not one of our homes had a front porch.
It has always been a longing of mine, perhaps a dream of living comfortably settled within a community. A front porch, inviting, sipping ice tea on a summer day, watching the comings and goings of the neighbors.
My first real experience of what a front porch could be like was when I was invited to a friends parents home in Los Angeles. It was largely a Latino community, and to my delight the entire neighborhood was lounging, picnicking and socializing on their front porches. Actually, they had to extend the perimeter to encompass the lawn with lawn chairs, and baby carriages. The atmosphere filled with expressive joy, yet for some lazy contemplation as they relaxed in the sunshine.
Sadly, the home I live in now does not have a front porch. Somehow this longing morphed into one day maybe when I retire.
Now, I always say to my best friend from high school, Carolyn, having caught up with each other once again after years of growing up and living life, “we’ll visit each other til the end, sitting on the front porch smoking a corn pipe and lounging in a rocking chair.”
Some of life’s dreams are subtle and stay in the background as we traverse and navigate this globe. But perhaps that hope and wish for some day, will culminate in an opportunity to have a special place to sit, write and contemplate for the rest of my days.