I post on this blog every Wednesday as a matter of course. Often this space serves as a way to share resources and new books and wise words from fellow authors; on occasion it works as a journal: a tether between life and writing, a place to sort through all that keeps me sane (though “sane” is relative, last night I was less-than-so as I slammed the blender into a batch of chocolate chip cookie dough, baking at a time when I could have been meditating). Today these words are more life than writing as I sit in the airport waiting to fly home to see family, to help a sister, to love a nephew. Today it is about the sunshine pouring in the window, about this moment of gratitude for good health, for family. About a strong cup of coffee on a strange table fashioned in the form of cheese–reminders that home is in two places and my heart is stitched into the binding of both.
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Will be thinking about you and wishing you a good trip, Christi. While I don’t have a sister, I can imagine how grateful yours will be to have you there for a while.
Thank you, Lisa.
I love that line — “…home is in two places and my heart is stitched into the binding of both.” Beautifully said.
Thank you, Cathryn. I feel it every time I travel from one to the other.
Have a safe trip home and enjoy your family time. I completely understand being tied to two places at the same time.
Thank you, Darlene. I am certainly grateful to be here!