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🌹Thorny Thursday🌹

I’m very happy to have my wonderful friend Jenn here again with a beautiful art work. The text is an uncanny collaboration where we both, independently, wrote about what home is to us, and found it perfectly aligned. 

The scent of home inhabits a triangle above a clavicle sheltered by a neck that bears a thousand fragrant memories of all we have been and the hopes of all we will be.

Homesickness washes over me when separated from the triangle above the clavicle above the beating heart that sounds like home.

I place my hand against the heart under the clavicle under the triangle as I inhale all the thousand memories and thousand hopes at each homecoming.

Now home is noisy with the clatter of dog nails on floors and the pounding feet of children stomping down hallways and up stairs with howling joy and shouting laughter.

Now home is the sweet hug that seeps into my being like melted butter with little arms wrapped around my neck and a tiny body that sinks into mine.

Even now I bury my face in the neck that shelters the triangle above the clavicle above the heart that beats of home and I breathe deeply of the scent that I could never forget, that contains all that we were and all that we are and all that we will be and is the only thing I can remember that smells of home.

That one scent of home where I want to be, where I need to be, that's all that matters.

That feeling of longing for home, of belonging there where that home is, of reaching out for that one place where home is found and in the end, when my hand can finally touch my home and smell the scent of belonging, I'll know I'm home at last.