Pen walking through flower garden

Home ~ The Place We Live From

A deep craving

Pulsed through my heart

Be connected

In the simple places

In the dark


I cried outward to God

Angels said, “He’s not home”

Their laughter aroused

It hung like a stone


So gentle their hands

As they pushed back my hair

Whispered voices then told me

She’s tucked in right there

We spend our time looking for fulfillment, looking for something to happen that will give us a feeling of self-worth. Some of us go on quests searching for God (Goddess, Creator, Source ~ by whatever name you call to). It’s easy to overlook the possibility that we are already intimately connected, especially, when the outer world shows up in chaotic ways.

Lately I’ve been fascinated by YouTube videos that show people who are living in their vehicles ~ after giving up the mainstream lifestyle. Some may be looking for God within nature (knowing our Creator lives within all) though others may be grasping for an escape route from their over stressed life. A simpler existence can bring us to quiet, beautiful places. From there, creativity may flow and finding meaning in life may become clearer.

I hold the belief that when we feel connected to the Goddess within us, then regardless of the path we were put on this planet to live, we have already found our home base. Then, whether we are meant to play it small or big, a deeper meaning to our existence fills us with contentment.

Some day I may be living life from the road, or I may choose to keep my small comfy home. Either way, I know that I’ll always feel at home when I connect with the One who created me and loves me wherever I am.

Finding a Home. Pen walking in her garden.

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