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what is home?
The daffodils are blooming.
The orchard is budding.
I sip my tea and stare at the remnants of my past life, stacked, strewn and tucked in all around me; I see them as though from a great distance.
I wonder how it was that all of this "stuff" at one time seemed so important?
People in my life dip into my thoughts mixing past and present, near and far into one rich paella.
Home is not in my house, or my piece of earth,
Home is in my connection, my relationships,in the same the same place god lives.
I guess that means home is everywhere.
All the encounters in my life fan out around me like a flight map showing all the connecting cities. I wonder how we have changed one another, without even knowing it.
So we are "home" again.
Be patient if we haven't called, or are slow to return phone calls; we are just adjusting to our new/old surroundings.
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