17 July 2015
we're home now / simple geography
out back, there's a green house. when the milky door swings open, the plants that live inside are suddenly visible, green, alive, and ready for searching hands to prune, pluck, play.
we're all, in this way, like the thirsty plants of the greenhouse. hungry for home. and sometimes it's a job, or a friendship -- some slice of life that stifles us or begs us to change our nature, to grow awkwardly, wrongly, into something we are not. to sprout dissimilar limbs, to crawl rather than climb. to be, but not to be.
and sometimes, it's simple geography.
i have a lot to share about home -- and more still to do. but for now, let me say, simply: it is good to be here.