I believe love is deserved and not something we should have to strive to receive. We all deserve to be loved for who we are in our authentic selves. Any other love doesn’t feel real to me.
I have been traveling and last week got to try a lobster roll with lemon garlic aioli on a gluten-free bun (food allergies🙁) — I’ve been dreaming about it ever since!
🔥🔥 This has got to be one of my favorite posts. 🔥🔥🔥 It’s beautiful and it’s convicting in all the right ways. I love how your family has established your home culture and your home norms. I feel like it has been a struggle to maintain the kind of culture we want to at home. There are a million things pulling us away from the direction we want to go in, the people we want to be all the time, especially at home.
Thank you so much for you kind words, Abby. We are doing our best! I know the older he gets the harder it will be. My therapist reminds me no matter what, at home is where we get to make things happen.
Awwww my friend, your description is how I felt when I first moved to Montreal and was so so homesick. Home is where your loves are indeed. Loved this letter
Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I wrote a high-school essay which was entered into a contest and ended up winning a national award. The prize, $500, was what I used to open my first checking account. The topic was to write about home. I know, now, that I did not understand what a privilege it was to live in a house with two parents who loved and protected me. Home is what you arrive to and leave behind, where kinship lives, where pieces of your heart take root and grow.
What a beautiful last sentence ! It makes me go 😮💨! I think about how privilege Myles is to have two parents. Sometimes I wonder how differently I would have been if I had what he has now.
The way you pour your heart into every corner of his life, building a fortress of love where the outside chaos can’t touch him, it’s raw and beautiful. You’re raising him with a kind of love that doesn’t mess around. Sticks with you through thick and thin. Thanks for letting us have a peek!
Beautiful. What a special place for your little to grow up in.
Home to me is where I feel most comfortable and I hope I can create that kind of environment for my two kids. I never quite felt that way when I was growing up (not anyone's fault but just the way that it was).
Hey man, haven’t gotten to check in with your writings in a while and wanted to engage in this way again and perhaps add to or stoke the convos.
Home is a feeling that you create and cultivate. It’s like hope, you don’t just have it. You grow it, you meditate on it, you nourish it, it’s like a condition that can be brought about sometimes amazingly effortlessly <3
I shouldnt have but I recently had Pholourie with the curried Chicken at the West Indian Day Parade, washed down with some mango, carrot juice.
As the flags moved and the bodies grooved, gliding through the air, was the feel of bass and snare
…
I think I don’t feel home, feel lost, don’t feel optimistic really when I think about what is not and who is not in life, or around my life, or connected to my life (that I would like to be haha)
I guess simply put that comparison is the thief of joy kind of feel
I believe love is deserved and not something we should have to strive to receive. We all deserve to be loved for who we are in our authentic selves. Any other love doesn’t feel real to me.
I have been traveling and last week got to try a lobster roll with lemon garlic aioli on a gluten-free bun (food allergies🙁) — I’ve been dreaming about it ever since!
100 percent agree with you. We are all worthy of love.
That sounds lovely🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
I also agree that home is the people you love and it comes with that strong “safe haven” energy that you can take with you wherever you go.
Beautifully said Donnaié!
Thank ya, thank ya!
10/10 ending… 20/10 really. 🥲
And now it feels 30/10 because you stopped by 🥹
Thank you.
Thank you for being here Haly!
“Love is not something you have to earn or learn; it is something you have seen, heard, smelled, felt, and even tasted.” Beautiful, Marc.
And that family portrait!!
Appreciate you, Holly!
My wish is that every home can be as filled with love as yours!
Trying to give my son what I didn't has been so healing for me. Wishing the same for every home as well, Monica.
This is a wonderful way to portray the home. I strive to do the same for my son.
Shah, you are already doing it. Here to tell you, you are doing a great job.
Thank you for that Marc
🔥🔥 This has got to be one of my favorite posts. 🔥🔥🔥 It’s beautiful and it’s convicting in all the right ways. I love how your family has established your home culture and your home norms. I feel like it has been a struggle to maintain the kind of culture we want to at home. There are a million things pulling us away from the direction we want to go in, the people we want to be all the time, especially at home.
Thank you so much for you kind words, Abby. We are doing our best! I know the older he gets the harder it will be. My therapist reminds me no matter what, at home is where we get to make things happen.
Awwww my friend, your description is how I felt when I first moved to Montreal and was so so homesick. Home is where your loves are indeed. Loved this letter
When I was writing this I thought of you. Yet another similarity we have! lol
Home means safety, comfort, and familiarity. I feel least at home when I feel disconnected from the space I’m in.
I recently had a strawberry and Nutella crepe so yummy.
I think the degree of love could be earned depending on the circumstances but a base level can be given freely.
Those feel like the three keys to a good home to me!
Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I wrote a high-school essay which was entered into a contest and ended up winning a national award. The prize, $500, was what I used to open my first checking account. The topic was to write about home. I know, now, that I did not understand what a privilege it was to live in a house with two parents who loved and protected me. Home is what you arrive to and leave behind, where kinship lives, where pieces of your heart take root and grow.
What a beautiful last sentence ! It makes me go 😮💨! I think about how privilege Myles is to have two parents. Sometimes I wonder how differently I would have been if I had what he has now.
What a comforting and beautiful description of home. I love the self portrait your uncle painted too, Marc.
I want to tell the story about the painting. I hope it’s something that stays in our family for generations!
The way you pour your heart into every corner of his life, building a fortress of love where the outside chaos can’t touch him, it’s raw and beautiful. You’re raising him with a kind of love that doesn’t mess around. Sticks with you through thick and thin. Thanks for letting us have a peek!
I’m so grateful these resonates with you. I’m on a mission to keep showing love to him and the world. Thank you so much ❤️
Beautiful. What a special place for your little to grow up in.
Home to me is where I feel most comfortable and I hope I can create that kind of environment for my two kids. I never quite felt that way when I was growing up (not anyone's fault but just the way that it was).
You and me both. I think in the lack that we were given creates a desire in us to provide more for our children.
Hey man, haven’t gotten to check in with your writings in a while and wanted to engage in this way again and perhaps add to or stoke the convos.
Home is a feeling that you create and cultivate. It’s like hope, you don’t just have it. You grow it, you meditate on it, you nourish it, it’s like a condition that can be brought about sometimes amazingly effortlessly <3
I shouldnt have but I recently had Pholourie with the curried Chicken at the West Indian Day Parade, washed down with some mango, carrot juice.
As the flags moved and the bodies grooved, gliding through the air, was the feel of bass and snare
…
I think I don’t feel home, feel lost, don’t feel optimistic really when I think about what is not and who is not in life, or around my life, or connected to my life (that I would like to be haha)
I guess simply put that comparison is the thief of joy kind of feel
The way you craft your pieces is simply beautiful, poetic even. Thank you 🙏🏾