Have you ever wanted to go home so badly...that you're driving..and you could swear that on the back of the bumper of the car in front of you...the sweet words: "Home" are etched in? Illusion, delusion...whatever it may be...sometimes home calls you...like the scent of a fire burning in the fireplace on a cold winter's day...promising warmth, friendship, love.
It feels like whenever you want to get home...there are all these blocks...someone swerves in front of you, someone stops suddenly...anything to stop you from arriving home and finally breathing normally....because of so much going on in the day...it's hard to get a chance to breathe...really breathe....in an OM type of fashion.
HOME...I know many homes now...So. Africa, India, Sri Lanka, Italy, and California...
I'm trying to dream re-dream..the vision of home that will re-invent me, embrace me, conspire and soothe me into deep smiles that hit the wavelengths of my HEART.
