Coming Home

No matter how long it’s been, we are drawn back to “home.” Whether a person, a feeling or a location, or perhaps a combination of all of these things, it lives within our bones. It’s hard wired into our souls to return to home, guided by memory, whether explicit or invisible. 

Today I drove by my childhood home, where I lived from infancy through when I left home for college. It was comforting to see it still there, in spite of a world that has seemed to change so much in the 20+ years that have passed since then. 

Home transcends time and distance. Home is the knowledge that we are loved, so deeply and completely loved, held and carried. Home is the here and also the not yet. The yearning and the return. The through a glass darkly and the remembrance of something so much bigger than this existence. 

Like springtime, home blooms again within hearts that open to love. It waits in the bleak moments of winter to envelope us in the knowledge that we are never alone. 

For at the end of the day- we are all just walking one another

back home.