Coming Home

I have been away for a while, first on Manitoulin with some friends and then at camp, and I have returned home with a whole list of things that I need to write about but will probably not find the time to write about very soon, especially considering the new semester that is lurking only a few days away.  I would like to write something about what it means to go away together, in togetherness, as family and as friends, something about how increased wealth produces increased isolation, something about John Gardner’s The Sunlight Dialogues, something on the idea of the call in Heidegger, something on the relationship between ideals of individuality and the experience of depression, and this is still a very partial list.

I was full of these and other things  as I drove into the driveway on Saturday, full of the need to do something about them, but coming home disrupted them with its welcome, disrupted them with the pleasantness of the home and neighbourhood.  There were tomatoes, hundred of tomatoes, ripening on the vines, the first ripe tomatoes I have ever managed to grow from seedThere were apples, a very few apples, our first ever crop of apples, ready to be pickedThere were sunflowers, the sunflowers that my eldest son had purchased with his own allowance and planted with his own hands and watered relentlessly, and they were blooming.  There were the friends who dropped by for pancakes on Saturday night, and the friends who came by for pasta on Sunday night.  There was, in short, a fullness of those things that make the home and the garden and the neighbourhood what they should be.

You will not blame me for choosing them over writing the poor things that I might have written.

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5 comments
  1. Lauren said:

    As much as I love being away at camp, there is something truly delightful about coming home. Especially if one gets to come home to that giant pile of tomatoes and those crisp-looking apples (sadly I did not, but homecoming was sweet nonetheless).

  2. Lauren,

    Let’s face it, all tomatoes aside, even just a clean shower can look pretty good after a week at camp.

  3. John Jantunen said:

    The inference that my family, by the hunger and the relentless tiredness that made them stop two blocks from home so that they could catch their breath and (hint hint) lament that they didn’t know what to make for dinner, postponed your comments on The Sunlight Dialogues deeply disturbs me, Luke, and all I can offer by way of a balm is the assurance that their punishment will be severe.

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