The House That Built Me

"I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave

Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me"

My favorite song currently is "The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert.  This song has captured something in me.  An unexpected connection and emotion. 

I haven't blogged since Halloween 09.  I had this intention to use "Confessions" as my outlet.  Something restricts me from allowing the words to flow.   This is new for me, I've never had a hard time putting thoughts into words, and writing them down.  I have however been reading blogs addictively.  I find myself reading a friends blog, and then being connected to stranger after stranger by clicking the links of the original bloggers "favorites" list and so on and so on.

I've always been interested in other peoples experiences.  As a kid I absolutely learned a large portion of the major consequences of typical "kid"mistakes by watching others experience them.  Sometimes I long to experience the thrill of being more of a "doer", but so it goes, I AM an observer. 

As things have changed rapidly since Halloween, I have been observing like I do.  Everyone I meet, people I used to know, strangers on the TV and every once in a while, myself.  Myself in present and in past.

Obviously "the house that built me(or you)" can be many things.  Maybe is was the little house you grew up in.  Maybe it was your house of God.  Maybe it was the school you learned in.  Or maybe it was just the arms of the people who loved you.  Whatever it was, somewhere, early on, the building blocks of you were laid and will be a part of you forever.

I have observed, that we are all a little broken.  It is something that connects us.  It can be a beautiful connection.  One of understanding and compassion. 

I have learned that the house that built me was a collection of all those things above.  Although on days when I feel a little broken, I've found that the home I have built for my family, the lovely arms that wrap around me, the lessons that come from the breaking: contribute to building a whole new me.  It is is my favorite discovery to date.

Life evolves, as do we and I have come to understand the importance of change.  Today anyway.