Is home a hole I can crawl into when I am scared?
Or a more luminous way of living?
homemade cookies
chicken and mashed potatoes
hot baths and hugs
old friends with warm hearts
the place I go after
the adventure
I want to go home where places and people and things are familiar
but where my life is still alive
changing
evolving
adventure bursts into the stillness of the moment
sitting writing with the summer cactus at the kitchen table
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