Where Union Already Lives

Home lives in the quiet I have tended. The warmth that rises through my body when presence meets presence.

The way my hands know how to rest, how to bless. The way my heart listens without needing to move anywhere but here. It is the way I meet life even in the in-between.

Home is the field I walk in wherever I go

In the breath of each moment I choose to open Even as the winds of change stir.

Each time I let beauty shape the rhythm of my days.

It lives in the space I make for another to exhale. In the invitation of my silence. In the truth that pulses through my touch. In the deep yes that lives in my belly and extends through everything I create.

Home reveals itself in the way I rise without urgency. In the way I speak from the center. In the way I love from fullness.

This is the sanctuary that builds itself through choosing.

The place where life is met with tenderness and power at once. This is what it is to be home. To be the field where union already lives.