A Meditation on Home
This is Home:
I can see clearly from here. The windows are high above the treetops. I know what’s in the canopy below and
I’m Not Afraid
This is Home: This warm and quiet place that bursts into laughter several times a day over meals and spontaneous dance parties, but feels just as joyous with hush tones around an evening fire. This is the place of family hugs, of walks in the woods, of crock-pot meals and full-moon watching.
I know my way.
Even in the dark, I know my way Home.
When I’m lost, I just have to listen and I can hear: Home-this warm and quiet place.