Come Home.

Home is where your heart is.

No, really. Where your heart literally is, in your chest.

Here, where it beats, where it weeps, where it breaks, where it laughs, where it opens, closes, tightens, loves.

Here, where you live or die,

Here is your home.


Come in.
Step gently into your own skin,
Sit down into your own soul

Rest here
Listen here

Be here,
with yourself
in your great house.

Welcome home.

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