There’s nothing like the sense, the certainty, the promise, of arriving home.
Be it humble
Roots stretched thin drinking in life, full life, again.
I give thanks
for coming home
For the gentle rumble of the train that brought me here
the sweet sense of being
I have arrived home for the holidays! I do hope this Thanksgiving finds you able to share time and place with your loved ones, wherever that place may be. I have spent Thanksgivings in scrubs caring for the elderly, in hospital rooms waiting to meet a sister who might not live, and split apart from family. This Thanksgiving, with all my heart, I give thanks for being home.
If there is any one good thing about leaving, it is most certainly the return.