breadcrumbs…

I’m feeling like I am lost.  And I only know what it feels like to be lost, because I know the direct opposite.  Because I know what it feels like to be at home in myself, I know when I’ve left home.  It didn’t happen overnight.  I wandered away slowly.  And after a while, I didn’t notice.  Like when you live near train tracks and the whistle wakes you up at first in the middle of the night.  But it doesn’t take long before you don’t hear it at all unless you listen.    Unfortunately, if I’m not home, it’s impossible to be home to anyone else.  So, it must begin there.  Always.  Fortunately, I get lost in the physical world quite frequently, so I am familiar with leaving “breadcrumbs”.  Markers.  To guide my way back.   Breadcrumbs… Photography.  Dreams, a little altered.  Family.  Friends.  Quiet… my quiet.  And my heart, that came with me on this journey, and is always there.  Loving me home.

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