August 24th, 2004

Everything DOES belong. There is something about home. I was made for this place, and it was made for me.

I hear the distant sound of a jet flying over head and think of world travel again. God, I will go where you send me. But that obedience is propped-up by the gift you’ve given me this morning: the knowledge that I DO have a place. It transcends geography, but it is so plainly REPRESENTED in geography.

My skin feels more alive here. I can smell more things. The sounds resonate much more deeply. My awareness snuggles into the space between the tall trees.

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