HOME~

home is in my hands.
it's in the moment when a song comes on, and you can instantly remember where you were and what you were doing when you first heard it.
home is in trees and the sun. in the mountains. in nature.
home is in letting go...
& allowing yourself to surrender.
it's in reminding yourself that it's okay if you don't have everything figured out.
home is in a smile, and in the laugh of a loved one.
in a hug. in moments of peace. in the places you feel most alive.
home is in the people you encounter and the places you visit with them.
it's in the moments of stillness in the great outdoors when the quiet air brushes over your face.
in the chirps of a flock of birds passing you by at sunset.
home is the crackling of branches in an open fire — the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet.
in the whistling of a stranger as they take their morning walk.
home is being who you are, and loving the parts of yourself and others that are difficult to love.
it's in the cream colored sky and clouds that move ever so gently.
home is an awareness and remembrance of just how truly beautiful you are — a living, breathing masterpiece.
my home is here.