how often does one truly find a home? i mean.. a place.. a moment.. a thing.. which resonates so deeply and soundly in your very bones.. that you have no choice in the matter but to sink you feet deep down into the spot where you're standing.. build a nest.. a boat. an island... a poem.. and just let yourself sink into the glistening, pulsating spot on which you stand.
today i had somesuch moment. a series of bells ringing and clanging in my head! little lightbulbs popping rhythmically in my head.. a series of humming "aha!"s.. it was the "amy goes to school day".. to see if i could find a niche, a place - a home to grow and from which to produce true and solid work from.. and i think i have found such a place..
fingers crossed, toes dipping in... a few more hurdles (who am i kidding? many more hurdles..) to cross and then... lift-off.....
ahh, it feels good to find... a home....
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