In my lifetime, I have physically moved my belongings sixteen times.
Fourteen of those times happened after I became married.
Five times, I have moved to a significantly different geographic location.
This means; not only the arduous task of packing and unpacking. Refitting, recycling, repainting.
New neighbours, new bylaws, new directions, new address, new garbage schedule, new blue-box, new phone number, new habits, new patterns...
But letting go of all the old. Hoping that something new can also be good.
This past time, I have moved alone.
Home is not a house.
Home is not even the neighbourhood or the memories attached to it. Home is where your heart has the peace and acceptance to kick back and be at ease. Love, mercy, grace, forgiveness, acceptance, safety, healing, ... Where my soul says to yours, Ah.... it's YOU! I've been waiting for YOU. And the shared silence is the ministry of presence. Home.
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