Teturning to Gaia

When people think of the words coming home it draws a picture of a beautiful house with a loving family and a nice car or garden.

While that is a form of coming home,

for me

home is much than just walls and fantasy furniture. Home is where the earth is, mother nature is my home and going back home or I am a way to escape the chaos of the everyday

Having a deep connection to my real home, nature means I will never feel lost

I will never get too tired and need to sleep

They say home is where the heart is and that couldn’t be more true.

Sure I have a nice house, good food and anything else a person could need.

But for me going home is as easy as walking out and standing upon the rich green grass with no shoes on and breath.

Home to me is a way to feel free among all the universes chaos