Breadcrumbs

Over here I'm being serenaded by froggie hymns and hubby snores. 

 The sun has set and my twinkle lights, 

which I haven't turned on in a l-o-n-g time, 

my beloved circle of angel Grace, 

and the jar of cheerful silk sunflowers 

are quietly, 

gently 

reminding me to b-r-e-a-t-h-e

while leaving breadcrumbs for me, 

reminding me of my way Home. 

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While not my favorite thing ever, 

I'm intentionally reminding myself

that it's ok to wake up and find myself in Indiana

(once again). 

I really do know my way Home 

and, just as I have so many times before, 

I'm slowly thawing and remembering 

that I really can and will find my way again.

Just be here, sweet soul.

Amen.

(Because it feels like a prayer)

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