Home is a Flow


Part of me is grounded, another part soars – sacred dwelling places invite me in, invite me to stay. I want to accept all these invitations, to be welcomed into spiritual places where I can abide in stillness. Yes, yes, I whisper to the holy spaces that I long to inhabit, but I pass on by. I fuel my forward momentum, and in the motion I find a holy progression. This is home for now.