Home is imperfections running wildly- stomping muddy footprints across the flooring of your heart.
Home is loud traditions celebrated too early or too late, with just the right amount of love.
Home is where you are recognized for your molten core and your dazzling shine, in equal measure.
Home is the Knowing. The sun will pierce through darkness, the moon will smile with the stars, and you will survive the coldest depths of today's winter because the warmth of yesterday and promising shine of tomorrow seeps through it all.
And when you are lucky enough to experience home in tangible form...
... when you can press your feet into ground that knows the shape of your mother's feet, and her granddaughter's feet,
... when you can soak the shell of an egg in observance of a day that shed confetti across the daylights of your childhood springtimes,
... when you can hold that wild legacy of your creation in your hand and watch the tablet-dyed stain of it spread through your skin,
Then the Knowing brings with it ultimate certainty: the beauty of home has stained your core and colored the light you shine outwards.
Home is the ground beneath you, wherever you are,
and the light that dances forward, guiding you wherever you go.
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This is for Day One of the WordPress Photo 101 Blogger University course. The prompt was "home".
What represents home to you? Can you tell which egg is mine? (My neices will be out of town on Easter, so we celebrated early. Fun! )
