Home

For some people home is a place and for some people home is a person

But I believe you are your home.

Your body is your house and your heart is the soul.

Your house is lived in. It is beautiful, flawed and scarred.

Some doors we keep locked, some open and some we choose to never open

Your brain holds the wisdom of all the books on your bookshelf and all of your life’s experiences.

It holds your dreams, your fears and all your hearts desires

We choose to let people into our home.

Some stay long enough to make us laugh, heal or teach us lessons we needed to learn.

Some stay long enough to make it onto our nightstands, mantlepieces and walls in frames to be remembered with fondness and delight.

Then there are some whom we let in and allow to become a part of our foundation, part of the flowers we plant in our gardens with roots that grow deeper over the years.

We allow them to inter-twine into our minds and the soul of our home.

We let them in and show them what’s behind all our locked doors.

When we lose people like this, we lose our sense of home.

We feel like our foundation and walls are cracking.

We feel trapped in what was once our sanctuary and our peaceful solitude becomes painful loneliness.

We begin to forget and to be grateful for the home that protects us from the night.

We don’t see how these cracks just add to our beauty and how it just lets in more light.

Light that ultimately allows self-love , kindness and trust to thrive inside us, all day and night.