Coming Home

The moment my feet drift back into my safe place - Home - the comfort of what is captures me. I am wrapped in the familiar and held in the arms of familial love. Traveling always offers up such a bounty of amazing moments and adventures; at times I feel as though I am walking through a full feild gathering a basket of wildflowers that slowly spill over the edges of woven reeds - the bounty I collect seems almost unreal.

Each day I am home and away, there is another great lesson to be learned. My days are filled with such an abundance of blessings that I find an internal need to share these blessings with the world, it is a need that is somewhat overwhelming. Finding a common ground with these thoughts is not easy as I spread myself much to thin as it is. As I journeyed home through the billowing clouds from this last trip I found a quiet peace shroud me, I must admit it was a wee bit jolting as I feared for a moment a higher power was preparing me for something scary. However, when I stopped to listen to my heart I realized fear was not locked within the layers but rather happiness. A happiness born from the incredible journey I am traveling.

Perhaps it took a bit of exhaustion to remind me of this happiness as well as reignite my passion for sharing with others. To me there are no better moments with my students and fellow artists than those when an aha moment or huge creative burst occurs. Passion such as this does not wain in life but only grows bigger, rooting itself into the core of who we are and what we wish to be. It is when I return to my day to day life that I become struck by what truly occurred while I was traveling. There were moments that were filled with aha's and wows as well as moments filled with incredible learning and sharing. Moments of meeting new people with the same hope and creativity as I hold within me and moments that I will forever think of.

So while I am home and feeling cocooned in all that I hold dear I am also so filled with a deep thanks for all the time so many of you share with me. Whether the time we have together is in the classroom (virtual included), emails and comments or just a quick hello I cherish each memory that has been created as well as each bit of time you have invested with me. Coming home is wonderful; coming home with a bounty of memories is a treasure.