Home

Intricate markings frame the doorway to Home.

PanDal. My Home.

A funny name my fiance and I made by meshing our aliases from when we first met.

Him being Dj Scandal and I being Panda, a go-go boy at a bar.

Turns out it runs deeper.

A lot deeper.

Home is in his arms. In his song, his voice is like an eargasm. His scent is so clean - That good Dial soap.

Home can be a person, a state of mind, or a physical domain. A place of worship. To Gods, Goddesses, numerous other deities with certain specialties. A place of love and tight embraces. Loud snores and cats, alive and spoiled- zoomies plaguing our late nights and early mornings. A place of rest and a feeling of security.

Comfort offered by the scent of home made food, charged with the intricate and sometimes experimental acts of love. More often than not it ends in success and really tasty food. Nag Champa is also a common association for home.. anywhere I can light up some incense I can feel at home at that moment.

Home is where the moon is always full because clothes are never required.

Home is the keyboard where my mind can place me anywhere I wish to go with indefinite control.

Home is protection.

Divinely protected by the source and all that is in the greatest good.

For the greatest good. With Love and Light.