home again…

It’s funny that when you are young you want to run as far away from home as possible.

I have a newfound love and respect for my home that I lacked when I was young. I knew my home was special but I didn’t appreciate how it restored my spirit and replenished my soul every time I boarded the ferry home.

As I get older, and hopefully wiser, I see my home as a destination instead of a layover. I find another piece of myself each time I return and I am grateful and eager to return to the place that has nurtured me even when I neglected it for greener pastures.

The roar of the ferry’s engines and the lapping of the ocean lull me and I stop to breathe in the briny tangy water and I exhale to the low moan of the ferry’s foghorn; next stop, home.

4 comments

  1. Beth Serusa · March 28, 2012

    Thank you as always for sharing your passion and the power of the pen – keep writing my friend

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    • artistspromenade · March 29, 2012

      Thanks, it has been a great journey.
      Good Luck on The Grand Opening of
      Simply Soaps! more to come…..

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  2. High River Arts · March 24, 2012

    There is no place like home:)

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    • artistspromenade · March 25, 2012

      Sometimes it takes awhile to understand and to feel it.
      Lucky us, we get it

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