“I’ve often dreamt of Home, usually in transition, arriving at an unfamiliar location knowing its home, with potential to be Home”
“Do you share my longing to disappear? Is that why Home is always in a relational state? In a nomadic, vagabonding movement — Home is where we disappear”
“Last night the Fire Flyers whirled around and around addressing a conflagration less than 2 miles away”
“Home is where you hang your hat — Last night neither of us remembered our hats when we went fishing”
“Home builds us”
“With sadness, I’m looking forward to going back Home”
“I’m sure the Maple has missed scolding me”
“The Wind wants to continue erasing me”
“It’s time to disappear — return home”
Well, y’all, if all goes well I’m heading home tomorrow. In this mad, mad world, how is your relationship to home and Home?
Looking forward to having you Home! Also love the picture of the otter!