Home

Being home is balm to my soul.

Apparently my soul relishes chaos. Needs acceptable amounts of clutter. Desires the pulling and the pushing to become something better. Finds joy in the duty and responsiblity of motherhood. Appreciates the safety of having an already forged relationship to come back to. Loves the souls of the others I call family.

Perhaps I need to stop listening to this loud whiny body of mine and get beyond to the quiet hush of my soul more often.