Hope

I’m coming home to a place I use to live; hope.

A home I left long ago.

A refuge.

A place of knowing.

Where belief blooms.

An intuitive knowing. The way of the spirit. Being’s residence.

All my intellectual architecting and busyness have yet to make me feel at home.

We are not alone. We are miracles.

“I’ve come too far to stop now. I know, I’m not alone. I won’t go back, Hope; you are my home.”

Hope- I am home.

Hopeful New Years to you!

Pam Hoelzle More about me here