Home is a PLACE that does not exist. It is a placecard of emotional connection. It is a welcome feeling of a memory linked to a familiar and pleasant sensation. Home connects us to our senses and then it becomes the stillness between the senses.
Home is the TOUCH of your satin-lined baby-blanket knitted by the great aunt you only met while wearing a onesy.
Home is the TASTE of your mother's rendition of your grandmother's recipe for chicken soup.
Home is the SIGHT of your big comfy chair after a long day's struggle for normalcy in an un-natural world.
Home is the SCENT of your lover's perfumed body odor, and it is the smell of their pleasure-sweetened sweat.
Home is the SOUND of the squeaking frame of your own bed during the first night home after being away exploring the world.
Home is the LINK you feel between instant friends, and long-term friendships, as your eyes meet theirs and a smile hugs the corners of both of your faces.
Home is the overwhelming feeling of being here now, and being here before.
Home is where your heart lingers, where your breath deepens, where your eyes close peacefully,
Where your soul rests as ease, where you do as you please.
Home is within you always, and is especially easy to find when you're wrapped in the arms of love.
There is no PLACE that is home, and there is no place LIKE home.