Home is You

Home is a feeling, a place, a being.

Home is inside - inside where the whirring strings of heart and the bouncing energy of mind jostle together through this messy life.

Home feels known.

Home feels alive.

Home is with you wherever you travel, yet sought out there, in the eyes of strangers, the frame of a house, the brightness of a new city.

When floating on the heady rush of a life moving too fast, home is an anchor.

To pause.

To unfilter.

To shed the many skins of a day and simply to be as you are - unmasked.

Home is the invisible, private place that only you know.

At once shared, and yet solely yours.

For home is inside.

Home is in the soft and well-worn pieces of life you know intimately.

That Sunday pace.

The mid-week haste.

The Joy, The Sadness, and The Ordinary, Nothing-Special moments.

Home is witness.

Witness to the stories you tell.

Witness to human expression untold.

A presence. A container. A silent observer.

Home can soothe and it can frighten.

A place that is tame yet wild.

Home is stillness, yearning for movement.

Home is closing a door on the world.

Home is inside.

Home is you.