We are creating a space

called home.

A safe launching pad, a cozy green haven.

A tiny stone and pine cabin in the woods overlooking the impossible blue lake.

A tranquil personal yoga and meditation sanctuary.

We are renovating our new little house.

Our closest neighbors are dirt, earth, wood, rocks, sawdust, a variety of critters.

Sun, moon, wind, rain, soil, trees, quiet, it is all ours.

I am home.

We are home.

We’ve come home.

We’re creating home.

(& there is no endpoint in this unfolding creation process.)