anne’s sponge

                                  “My life is a homing bird that flies through the starry dusk and dew.

                             Home to the heaven of your true eyes. Home, dear heart, to YOU.”

                                                                                                       - Anonymous

Moving to another place is exciting. You get acquainted, and establish friendships. You take delight in all its novelties. You get so used to the place you will think you have come to LOVE it. Because it changes you. Because it comes in handy. Because it sweeps you off your feet. Because it’s NEW. But one day, out of nowhere, it will dawn on you. That you miss HOME.

Just like in forming new relationships, you welcome change but you know to whom your heart belongs.

HOME. Wouldn’t you be estranged to go back years after and find it taken over? There will be wear and tear from leaving it behind, repairs made upon it by somebody else, additions you don’t recognize as your own. It will strike you as odd at first but the old familiarity and comfort will later seep in. What matters most is that you know the directions back, that no matter WHEN you decide to return to it, your home still WELCOMES you…..…

HE IS STILL MY HOME, no matter where I am, no matter where life takes me.