Home's Threshold: A Blogaversary Post


It is my theory that once we reach that "majority semblance" of adulthood, we begin searching (each at our own pace) for that place, that state of mind, that routine of life that we can call home.

A year ago, I was reflecting on others' search for meaning and divinity in the ordinary things of life--in this case, the image of Jesus found in the cooking marks of a Chapati.

Even in our extended travels through life away from home, we must be true to what resides at home. Home being the heart, the keeper of the beat of our passions. I have drifted too far these past years from those beat-keepers and makers. I have gone astray.

It is time to return and renew as the new year approaches. Feet should be lifted and choreographies rewritten.

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