Home
is a place where I feel at peace and connected to myself and the
world around me. Just being. Home is the desert floor. The warm
sparkly sand between my toes. Pouring the salty dirt through my
fingers. Home is soaking my feet in a pond as guppies innocently
tickle my soles, nibbling away the evidence of a love for flip flops.
Home is a beach trail, hugging the coast. Passing strangers as I
freely stroll. Watching the waves break and the sun set. Home is a
mountain trail covered with fall leaves. Surrounded by so many
vibrant colors it’s hard not to gasp at the beauty that’s
unlocked with each turn. Home is exploring an unknown place.
Observing the beauty of the city around me and feeling deeply
connected to strangers through nothing more than a smile. Home can be
losing myself in Mother Nature or the middle of a bustling city. Home
is anywhere I feel safe and allow myself the freedom to accept the
world around me.
Home
is walking pups through unfamiliar neighborhoods. Picking the house
that would be mine if I could choose just one. Home is a
convertible, wind blowing through my hair and singing along with
music until I lose my voice. Home is a dear friend that makes me
laugh so hard that my stomach hurts and my mascara runs down my
cheeks. Home is a yoga mat, with all focus on the simplicity of
breath. Home is an embrace so tight and strong that I am penetrated
with love to the core. Home is the comfort of a faithful pup, licking
up my tears as they stream down my face. Home is everywhere and
anywhere where I feel peace in the silence. Where I feel a true
connection to God.