Home can be a feeling (sand between your toes), a song (‘Gorecki‘ by Lamb), the first thing you see in the morning (he’s asleep next to you) or the sound of wood against wood (those Balinese wind chimes). Home is in between places, traveling from one to another. The warmth of the sun on your skin. Hearing laughter of friends and loved ones. Waves crashing to shore. Writing. Piano keys. A hug.
We are always home. Whether we anchor down or roam about. Whether we are vagabonds or wrap ourselves in a villa. Like turtles and snails, we carry home with us, on our backs, in our heads. Truth is the compass that points us there. Between perfect and now.  There truly is no place like it.
What does home feel like to you?
This is why you’re my other soul mate!
Awesome post. Exactly how I feel!
xxxx
Love Bram!
thanks you two! think if i ever bring the two of you together there will be such a shift in the power of the universes that Armageddon might just break loose – but i’d just be happy and smile :)))
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Love this! So many people want to escape from home only to find out that they bring it with them. Then something happens and they realize it’s precisely those things that anchor us that allow us the freedom to be who we are. Thanks for the reminder 🙂
Sabrina, thanks for your comment, it’s beautiful. I know this will sounds strange as we haven’t (yet) met in person, but this is why I like you. Not just eloquence, but the meaning behind your words speaks to me. You can’t escape from yourself, but at the same time it isn’t easy to find yourself either.