WHERE IS HOME? WHAT IS HOME?
(originally published in CatholicRegister.org ) The first haiku I ever wrote was about home. I was in sixth grade French class staring out the window as usual (zut alors!), and it came to me wholly formed, in a flash of insight. Oh, how I do think of how lovely life would be if I could go home. Lest you are thinking I went to a boarding school, I did not. The content and sentiment of the haiku startled even moi - même , because I knew it didn’t mean my home right down the street. The poem was surely a grace from God, whispering to me that I had another home, my real home for which I was longing. It was my first inkling of heaven. “Home” has been much more than a concept during the 2020 pandemic filled with lockdowns, shutdowns and restricted activities. People got reacquainted, very reacquainted with their living spaces, such as they are, and with their families and roommates, such as they are. My friend--who was paying off her dream condo on Yonge St.--became quite literally a...