Have you ever longed to go home but didn’t know where to find home? I don’t mean an address necessarily. I mean that place where you can be yourself, let your hair down so to speak. Where you don’t have to explain yourself and you’re understood just with an embrace and a smile. Where it’s not hard to be you. I wonder does that place exist. Can it exist in the here and now?
Could it be purpose? Being fulfilled in a place you were born to be? Doing what you were created to do in the earth? So much of what we do defines us; gives us meaning. If I could do and be what and who I was destined to do and be, that would most definitely feel like home. Or would it? How will I know? Oh how I long to feel like I’m at home.
Maybe the place called home is someone. Could it be? I think so. The place where a heart is also a home? It sounds like the safest place to call home. The place where words are the lowest form of communication. The place where a sigh of relief is the door bell and let’s me in every time. Spirit to spirit conversations. Connecting one on one, soul to soul.
Yeah, there has to be a place called home. That’s where I belong. That’s where I wanna be; home.
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