I keep thinking that home is a destination, a place where you hang your hat, adorned with all your favorite things.

Finding home within myself, coming home to me, isn’t a destination, it’s a feeling, falling in love with me, being present inside my skin. I have found it’s a state of mind, traveling without a home to call my own, it’s wherever I lay my head at night.

All this time I thought I needed my own place, a destination, it’s wherever I am. I keep being reminded of this over and over again. Lessons of self discovery, reflection, pulling wisdom from this divine journey I am walking.

God, my spirit family are always teaching me something new each and everyday.

I am humbled, grateful for the lessons, teachings I am given and I hope you the reader, is getting something from me sharing these tidbits. Amen!