April 12, 2017 (day 42)
“The path through life may often roam but it is here that my heart feels most at home.”
Writing from my bedroom on Beverly Rd. and this wisdom from my mom’s steadfast garden. My parents’ dog by my side, I end the day from a day of travel: solo aunt, reassured mom, grateful daughter.
The idea of home an ongoing evolution as I circle back through the old spaces with the same people having roamed. Both friends and family that dwell here and also in me. The garden changes from year to year. And in many ways, who could have guessed we’d be here. In this place. And my heart feels home.