It’s been quiet here at Suburban Satsangs this month, but I’ve still participated in a daily photo prompt on Instagram. The final prompt is “legacy,” somehow appropriate as I finish out September in my parents’ house helping with my ailing father.
I didn’t grow up in this house and always feel like a guest despite the 25 years my parents have lived here. While primitively beautiful, I’ve never felt like this or any other place I’ve lived was truly home for me. I’m a bit of a wanderer, I guess.
In the bedroom I sleep in I’m surrounded by artwork I made over 30 years ago. Sometimes I lie in bed and ponder what was created in another time, by another person.
And I often wonder where she went, while searching for what she left me.
Suburban Satsangs 
I feel that way about the home where I grew up. Strange. It’s a wanderer thing. Hope he heals swiftly. ❤
He is on the mend, so thank you, Meg. The concept of home is an elusive thing to many, I think.
You have no idea how pertinent your musings are. And the image so true to the musings — the signs of aging, the sense of sturdiness, the graceful lines against what looks like a kind of Quaker grey — instant reverie. And incredibly personal.
Your attention to detail always amazes me, Maureen. And your objective view of these emotional surroundings helps me put them in perspective. Thank you.
I am so grateful that you took part in the challenge, Tamara, and found this particular piece so moving – it stirred up my own childhood-memory thoughts, and I do so appreciate that. Thank you, greatly, for giving us your heart fro the month.
It was my pleasure to participate, Tori. Your beautiful heartfelt prompts helped me handle a difficult month.