Soundtrack: The Wayward Wind
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
~R. L. Stevenson




If Home is Where The Heart is ...
   If Home is where the heart is
   Then may your Home be blessed
   A shelter from the storms of Life
   A place of rest,
   And when each day is over
   And toil put in its place
   Your Home's dear warmth
   Will bring its smile
   To light the saddest face!
           ~ John McLeod
I have wandered for a lifetime.

Through the busy streets,
past the snowy mountains,
beyond the deserts and the seas.

But I am home now.
Home is where the heart is,
but heart was never touched in
quite the same way before.


There must be friends.

There must be Spirit.


There must be green fields and open space.

There must be rolling waves and majestic sea.


Today I sit beside the road and know that all is well.

Were I an artist I could paint the magnificent pastoral tableau before me--


billowy white clouds blowing along with waves of playful grass,
velvet green hills rolling on and on below forests of lush green tree topping.


Distant slow-moving silhouettes are cows grazing lazily on their hillside sanctuary.


The pieces are all still scattered.

The vision is not complete.


But this day I have come home to myself...

and the world will never be quite the same again.
I Am Home ~Unknown
All photos:  Dawn Cove Abbey – June ‘07
"We do not see things as they are.  We see them as we are." —The Talmud
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