Sometimes I get a song stuck in my head. That is, I can hear it or sing it repeatedly in total silence. A few times I’ve dreamed a song and once or twice rushed to play it on the piano or guitar and taken notes, to contemplate and explore further. But perhaps like many people, most of the time a song gets stuck after hearing it. Rarely, a completely silent trigger launches the inner tune. Here’s an example:
0796 Silent Trigger
Looking thru pix this one caught my eye so I opened it to full 3696×2448 size. Then I inexplicably started silently “singing” in my head the age old words, “Be it ever so humble…” Do you hear the melody?
Now it may be far outdone by places like Malibu, Monaco or Manhattan, but SB isn’t exactly “humble” in most people’s minds. Our actual home here is, but more relevant to this post is our inner feelings about the town. We know many people here who have far more money than we’d want, and of course even more who lack even our modest means. So the song was probably more triggered by our feelings reflected in the rest of that verse, as evoked for me in this next pic I looked at.
0811 Home Port
The song of course is “Home Sweet Home” and the remaining lyric snippet in that first line is, “…there’s no place like home!”
‘Mid pleasures and Palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there
Which seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Another line I’d forgotten hints at what lies beneath our species’ yearning for Home:
How sweet ’tis to sit ‘neath a fond father’s smile,
And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile!
We chanced to see an interesting interview of Spiderman director Marc Webb on Charlie Rose. Marc referenced the theory that human motivation arises from lack. How many people experienced a complete fulfillment of Home in childhood? So does some lack of that explain both our urge for travel to seek it, and also for getting back to a place where we’ve found some measure of such comfort and solace in the past?
We’ve roamed the skies of every North American state and province in Tripp, and explored some of Western Europe via other transportation. Yet each SB return has brought a warm glow in our hearts under the charming skies on the soothing shores nestled beneath the familiar mountains of our humble Home.
John & Anne Wiley 
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