being home
Home is a special place. Love resides there. The best journeys take you there. Hope lives there. Home leaves no question about belonging. Friends belong there. Dreams thrive there. Home is a place of forgiveness. There is no rejection there. Home is a place of rest and recuperation and rejuvination. There is laughter there. Life takes you to unexpected places; love brings you home. At home you are free to flourish. It is where you birthed your wings. Are you there yet? Wherever you may be, we all strive amongst viruses and bacteria: some are villains and some are monsters. Monsters breed. Villains are everywhere. Still, wherever you may be, find your rhythm. Stay in balance. Keep your values and vision sharply focused. Choose friends wisely. Coral great company: enriching fellowship, abiding relevancy. Create sweet memories. And let your life glow. For many home is not just one space. For many home has been here then there then elsewhere then here again. However it is for you, join The Club, find your way home.
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Uplifting reflections! Here, in the reverie of surrounding stainglass repurposing every turn of the sun, friends and colleagues (a wide spectra of nationalities) frequently gathered. Reminisced. Recreated. Established. Built. We grew.
Here - home - three favorite books were born and bred, viz.; SVEN: The High Achiever's Journey | The Hunks I Dreamed | Flight of The Fused Monkeys.
The second edition of 'Rise of The Twilight Twelve' was contoured here, gratitude to Henrik (Sweden) seated above.
Home! Massive pecan trees. Curious squirrels. And that surprise Stephen built for us - a most sturdy polished-wood swing buoyed from the height of the foremost pecan, and from the sturdy trunks of the other two hung a hommock no one dared remove. Lovers dreamed here. Neighbors brought their baskets and reminisced.
Memories!
Gorgeous unforgettable stories (stored in the vault) were immortalized here. In this home I discovered that every living human being has patterns, and whichever human would dare to stand before his or hers and knock (for there is a door there) a revitalizing new wave of reality will reveal itself. KNOCK!
For heaven's sake, knock!
Neville DeAngelou
Liifestyle Reflections
To see the world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake
Auguries of Innocence |
