Home

Home is that feeling you have when your heart is sinking, right before it turns from want to sick. We’re all junkies I think, in our own way. Always looking for that memory, that smell, that touch that takes us there. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a kind word. Sometimes it’s every far reaching act of kindness we produce.

Sometimes it’s standing up for what’s right, even when we stand alone. Sometimes it’s something we’ve only guessed at, heard tale of from others in our life. Sometimes it’s a feeling we create ourselves, wanting something more, something new, something deeper.

Sometimes and always it’s never enough. Home is like a glistening in the distance. Something we are pulled toward, but never reach. Home is the best in us that calls for the best in the ones we love.

Forgetting and forgiving, holding on and letting go.