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Young girl feeding something to little brother

Home
in my husband's arms
curled against his back
holding his hand
my anchor 
Home
curled up on the sofa
wrapped in a warm blanket 
glass of wine nearby
Home
time with my daughter
laughing and sharing our lives
the connection
that spans the miles
Home
door closed
my personal space
sinking into my deepest self
allowing words to flow
Home
used to be talking with my mom
plotting garden ideas
or discussing family and life
that piece is fluttering
in the wind
unattached
seeking refuge
Home
walking in the woods
leaning against a tree
hands in the soil
Home 
shifts and changes
but the sense of it
the connection into my heart
the safety and security
has grown stronger
as I have aged
Home is no longer 
just a person or a place
it's a feeling
it can come anywhere
and anytime, with anyone
when I allow communion

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