HOME..... different than a house. A place of calm, peace, serenity. A place of love, laughter, and smiles. A place where you can find a heart that hangs above every door and inside every room. A place where nothing else matters except what exists in this moment.
HOME....a place that stimulates the senses. A capsule filled with colors, textures, aromas, things that I can see, touch and feel. A place where my body is enveloped with a sense of calm, my heart swells with love and passion for all that is. A place where time stops.
I spend my days doing something that is “other” defined. Something I have done for years, am good at, get huge respect for, and helps others. It pays the bills, I get satisfaction from the work, I grow and learn about myself in the process. But it is not my passion. Something is missing.
There is a voice inside. Trying to answer to the calling, that place within that keeps nudging my attention. That little voice that has been silenced over and over again for the “other” defined roles I am asked to be in. She, that voice, has gotten louder. Like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum, she is asking to be heard once and for all.
It is in my creative space that I feel at peace with the world, inside and out. It is here that my passion lies. It is here that I am at my best. It is here that I am free to express myself and give back in ways that make sense. It is here that I am at HOME.