“Let’s Go Home”
Home – what is a home? It’s somewhere you belong, somewhere you go to, somewhere you go back to. There’s something comforting about the word ‘home’.
J R R Tolkien writes about it in The Hobbit, the little chap that’s always been content at home and then goes on amazing adventures with a wizard and elves and dwarves and becomes uncharacteristically poetic on his way home:
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.
Home is where we share our lives, store our mementos, relive memories of our adventures, remember the people we have met, the things we have seen and done, home is where we can relax, be ourselves, it’s where we are comfortable. It can be a house, a castle, a shed, a tent, an igloo, a mud hut, a cave or a caravan, in a city or a village or a shack in the mountains.
But, in the words of Charlie Mackesy in ‘The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse’: “Home isn’t always a place, is it?”
Home is with the people you love, who make you feel safe, where you can relax, just be yourself, and meditate.
This Celtic music with its tranquil tempo transports you to primeval forests lit by slanting sunbeams and the melodies whirl your thoughts into a magical fantasy world filled with forest fairies, elves, tree spirits and water sprites and the mystical, magical creatures of Tolkien’s world in Lord of the Rings.