Home
When I was young Home was my heart, Whatever made it beat fast Was my chosen art, Skipping, jumping, Climbing a tree, That was where You would always find me, Or reading a book, Dancing to a tune, Watching the clouds Or a flower bloom, I followed the light In my heart that shone, Content, happily living In my heart-home. Then life got busy For me as for most So I moved house And my head became host, Helping me navigate Through daily life, I’m grateful I can say Without much strife, And at times if I felt Off course or alone, I’d escape to my heart Now my weekend home, And remember the innate joy If but briefly, My heart quickly full If only momentarily. Then back to my logical Rational brain, Making lists, completing tasks, Planning for rain, At some point I realized It wasn’t enough, I wanted more out of life, more of the good stuff, I needed more time In my weekend home, More laughing and playing Even though I was grown, I knew life held more So my journey began To figure out how To move house once again. Meditation, gratefulness And LNT® sessions All naturally moved me In the right direction, Now my heart-home Is where I live permanently, Appreciating each moment, Enjoying life indeterminately.
