And then there is home. Where my heart lives. It feels warm there. Orange, red, green. It is gentle, easy. Slow. It is mindful and present. It is me.
I made the trip back home to bountiful. Before its time. Back home. With gratitude. Where I belong.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Where I Belong
Today is a day of gratitude. One year ago I was living in an apartment along the New England coast. The drive along the beach revealed a sparkling ocean with sunlight dancing on it. I miss the drive. I miss the setting sun. I am grateful for the experience.
And then there is home. Where my heart lives. It feels warm there. Orange, red, green. It is gentle, easy. Slow. It is mindful and present. It is me.
I made the trip back home to bountiful. Before its time. Back home. With gratitude. Where I belong.
And then there is home. Where my heart lives. It feels warm there. Orange, red, green. It is gentle, easy. Slow. It is mindful and present. It is me.
I made the trip back home to bountiful. Before its time. Back home. With gratitude. Where I belong.
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