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Journal exercise: I Found My Way Home
I have been ruminating on the concept of home. The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. ― Maya Angelou, All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes Journal exercise: If you were to write an autobiography entitled I Found My Way Home, what…
Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets… #sayinggoodbye
Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. MAEVE BRENNAN, The Visitor With gratitude, exhaustion, wonder, and excitement, we said goodbye to our North Vancouver home…
My home is a type of autobiography.
I am imperfect. My faucet leaks; My fridge door handle is broken; My stove drawer is faulty; My dishwasher is broken; My garburator never worked; My closets doors need replacing; My carpets are dirty My venetian blinds bent My walls in need of a fresh coat My tiles are cracked And I’m on a busy…