We are creating a space
called home.
A safe launching pad, a cozy green haven.
A tiny stone and pine cabin in the woods overlooking the impossible blue lake.
A tranquil personal yoga and meditation sanctuary.
We are renovating our new little house.
Our closest neighbors are dirt, earth, wood, rocks, sawdust, a variety of critters.
Sun, moon, wind, rain, soil, trees, quiet, it is all ours.
I am home.
We are home.
We’ve come home.
We’re creating home.
(& there is no endpoint in this unfolding creation process.)