Inhale.
Exhale.
I remember the spark of reconnection and deep knowing in my bones what it feels to be hOMe.
A journey of days led to weeks, months, years; dizzy from trips around the sun yet rooted in the sound of your vibrations.
Heart processing language and words that cloudy the waters of what the soul knows and needs none.
I close my eyes and meet yours.
I see what makes sense again.
Grief. Compassion. Love. Blended together, creating harmony on the tongue of emotion when we let it all in.
May you move through your days and dance and sway and sit and BE with dignity and Grace.
Inhale.
Exhale.
This is now.