Mile upon mile we travel home carried by images of known spaces, bed, and comfort. When we enter it all appears new as if seen for the first time, yet all so familiar and loved. The memories of laughter, children, and celebrations awaken from slumber having awaited our return. Home—brought back to life through the oxygen of presence.
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No place like home 🤗🙏
Indeed! I love to travel and it is soooo good to arrive home. 😊❤️
Home…where one’s mind settles into its comfortable corners and the heart knows how to find its way around in the dark. Welcome Home!
Thanks Terrie, I love ‘the heart knows how to find its way around in the dark.’ Beautiful! ❤️
Welcome home friends 🤗
Thanks, John! We are acclimating. 😊 see you Sunday.