home. am i ?
sunday morning. i'm cross-legged before the altar. the bass from zoe's warm-up set is pulsing through root chakra & up my spine. there is an angel drawing reiki symbols on my own wings with his fingers. he leans in after covering my neck & check with kisses & in that voice i know so well, that voice that has mirrored truths & comforted me many times, i hear: "welcome home"
home. this concept is phenomenal to me. home. i am writing this from zoe's house. the place i currently call home. which i share with her & oliver & the two rotties. home. the other day oliver came upstairs, said nothing, sat down on my bed & read while i wrote in my journal. a little while later he got up, said: "thanks for sharing your space" & left.
home. family.
& i'm contemplating going back to boston, though i just got back on the island. though i have all this beauty around me all the time.
my life is here on the island. i have a "home", i have family & community, i have my job & my routines.
& in boston i have......well a home-the only house i've ever thought of as "home" in brighton. i have family some blood, some not, but all of whom have known me for years, know me inside & out, love me & support me.
gypsy. it's what my boss calls me. he tells me he can see the gypsy blood in me. someone who can make a home where ever she goes i suppose. my first real boyfriend called me gypsy too. i guess this will come in handy if i do indeed spend the upcoming year going between hawaii & boston..from home to home. family to family. there are far worse things......
