Home is a feeling,

It’s an emotional state,

Knowing you are safe,

Beyond your garden gate.

It’s where dreams manifest,

And fears fade away,

It’s a place of retreat,

At the end of each day.

The door is always open

to loved ones and friends,

Here kind words are spoken

And acceptance transcends.

Though, once a blank canvas,

It is now filled with colour,

From the hues of bright decor,

to each blooming flower.

This place is my heart,

It is where I’m most whole,

It’s filled with my dreams,

And a part of my soul …

~CE Coombes

how I’m missing out and forgetting…

inquiry for today~ notice your losses and check in again…

elevate your love…

Strive to be aware of the holy in the most mundane of things

and you will see it open up before you:

the everyday is the abode of the eternal.

~Steven Charleston