All is full of love

You'll be given love; you'll be taken care of

You've been given love. You have to trust it

Maybe not from the sources you have poured yours

Maybe not from the directions you are staring at

Twist your head around, it's all around you

All is full of love, all around you

All is full of love. You just ain't receiving

All is full of love. Your phone is off the hook

All is full of love. Your doors are all shut

All is full of love! Be the little angel

All is full of love, all is full of love ...

~ Bjork

Tangible togetherness

Where the heart is

Its been long. And I am not talking about the last time since I posted something on my blog. Its been a really long time away from everything that means home to me. Friendships, familiarity, warmth, love, home.

I once scoffed at someone who said that nothing grounds you more than an experience away from home. And now, I've been there, known that. However, I cannot recall how. In many ways, the past few years have been the most solid demonstrations of the power of denial. The heartache so painful, I could just die. And the denial, my trusty survival tool, keeping me alive. Those feelings are more real now, and I can barely handle the torture of this long drawn anticipation. I'm not sure I have let it all in, though. Just how much I have missed home.

But I am closer to being where I want to be. Sometimes, a couple of loving arms can be the best place in the whole world. I know those arms feel just as empty as I feel unsheltered. I've been there before- its warm, safe and it fits perfectly. I know that's where I belong. And I am ready, all packed, to head back to where I belong. He is my home.

So I am off to where my heart is... I'm going home.

The Blue in Purple

Just got reminded that there is blue in purple. Feel a little blue. Accomplished a milestone and had a knot in my throat. So happy, so sad. I am an emotional yo-yo. Really. Given how much experience I have with this "I'm back!" and "farewell" business, one would think I have a system figured out to help me deal with it.

Guess what? I don't.

Down the streets of my soul

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Pouring....

Its beautiful.... its raining. And I LOVE it! I have to remind myself I'm not back home, though. But I cannot deny that there is something about the rains that always feels so good, so comforting. Feels like friends, walking aimlessly. I guess that is my association. But I don't care- makes me happy! I guess its the pervasive kinda nature of water- it just flows and reaches out. Feels connected, feels great. Sigh!

does the word "broken" mean anything?