Isn’t homecoming one of the supreme joys I can hope for by working to remain hand in hand with my original self?
Homecoming comes to me!
I am home in my gratitude and celebration of the reality of the wild and glorious spaces I do in innocence and truth inhabit.
Only let me to pause and open up my heart and allow myself to see the spaces.
When I see them, I accept them and in the acceptance I rest easy.
I find the peace that is waiting to greet me among the fiery wildness and power of my everyday sublime, and it is enough. It satisfies. It is accepted and wholly sufficient.
“My cup runneth over” eyes open or closed, night or day, sick or whole. Only let me run outside now and share this
~ Love is present E v e r yN o w