It was the blue of the sky that suddenly grabbed my attention. Then it was the various shades of green in the trees around me. I was taking a walk in my neighborhood Wednesday afternoon when the beauty around me hit me so hard that it almost hurt my heart to feel it all.
For this moment in time, I couldn’t imagine being in any place on earth more beautiful. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than the stunning colors and shades and smells of my surroundings. It wasn’t just beauty, though. It was an emotional feeling that welled up inside.
It was about being in the place called home.
I don’t understand nationalism or patriotism anymore. George Bernard Shaw said, “Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it….” I don’t have any particular argument at the moment with those who feel differently. I’m just saying that I’ve come to a point in life when I don’t feel connected to a country or a government. But I understand what it means to love the land you call home.

I felt shame for my lack of love, but God said, ‘You can do better’
FRIDAY FUNNIES (for Christmas)
Calm and perspective needed for Boston, not accusations and games
Door in my dream keeps trying to take me to the life I’ve needed
Kind words can make difference for stressed parents at Christmas
Am I betraying the truth if I don’t preach to the converted each day?
AUDIO: We rarely realize we’re wasting our lives ’til it’s too late
Father who I saw as Mr. Morality turned out to be a liar and a thief