Lately I have been put through some especially testing times. This is no surprise from life, but as I sit in the waking morning with the worms stretching themselves across the porch and the kitties stalking through wet grass - I am moved by that which has been one of my greatest blessings.
My friends.
Considering I moved over a thousand miles away from home knowing no one, I've been extremely fortunate in the people I'm surrounded by. These times are spent digging into the Earth, dancing through rooms, holding hands and melodically healing hearts. There are moments - like when I'm sitting on the couch in a house filled with smells of Indian food and years of building love, the man at the piano with a genius' hands casually composes pure beauty, everyone in a state of zenful appreciation. Moments such as an Irish jig coming on and we get up quickly one-by-one and find ourselves lifting our legs and our spirits and catching elbows to the beat. Sitting around a bonfire, passing around a bottle of wine, sharing our stories, debating the world.
I miss my family. I miss Shadow. But I love my home and the family I've found in these like-souls. We are all here for each other in ways that continually amaze me. They have kept me alive. They have fed my heart and soul. I do not know what I would have done without them - but I'll never have to figure it out. Because they're here. They believe in my strength, the beauty of my voice.
And I love them for the beautiful, flawed humans they are.
Home is whenever I am with you.
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