After 1 AM... 2 dogs snoring at my feet, 2 cats twining around my shins, a house full of boxes and transitions waiting (looming?) for me, and the soft patter of rain a gentle cadence in the background. I don't think I've slept more than 4 hours for several nights now, and my body is sore from the strangely taxing effort of getting the Bellingham house sale-ready, but.. I am home. In the morning, my beloved will come home from an overtime shift (already an unfamiliar role reversal for me) and slide theoretically silently into sheets and together we will greet the slow unfurling of the day. After almost 6 years of holding my own solitude (sometimes fiercely), I have this most amazing second chance of waking up every day, every single damn day with my husband. I believe that the love available to us (the greater us of all humankind) is infinite... it's this delicate opening to receiving and becoming part of the flow that has taken me some practice, that's for sure. Take nothing for granted, and give back to that sense of alignment and spirit with every breath-- that's the lesson for me in this maze of boxes, memories, and sweet, stinky, noisy beasts right now.

Home. Home, sweet home.