A friend said recently that she didn’t know where home is anymore. And I can completely understand having recently packed up and stored everything that represents ‘home’. Pots and pans, altar items, books and spare clothing. Not to mention my walking boots and sundry other items. Bedding.
My instant response to my friend comment was ‘home is where your heart is’. I said nothing and have been sitting with the question of what and where that is has been with me ever since.
But my plane is taxiing….more later.