Returning Home The years too quickly pass And my life is now quite changed, Different are my mornings And my days are rearranged. Memory is kind to me With lots of things to remember, The excitement of Christmas ~ The early days of September. It’s been quite a journey, At times the hill has been steep, Sweet treasures are mine, And memories to keep. I’ve never been a “jet setter” Or travelled the ocean foam, But now I feel that at last I am coming home. Coming home to myself, To where I feel complete. A time when I am comfortable And happy myself to meet. My home is my safe haven, My shelter from the rain, Where I can be myself at last And ease my heart’s pain, I’ve been a wife and mother, With children now quite grown, Now I am coming home to myself With time to call my own. I listen to the music Which stirs my soul indeed, I cook the things I want to cook And do the things that meet my need. There are times when those I love Surround me in my home, Then there’s an ache in my heart, And I don’t want them to roam, I am coming home to my heart To the things that ease my fears, Here I find the honesty That comes with passing years. ~ Angel of Avalon ~ Nothing Better There is nothing better than returning home, To a place that you can truly call your own. A place of peace and tranquility No where else would you rather be. There is no place more special than home, Where love and friendship are truly grown. A place where you're loved, no matter what. Where you are special...no ifs, ands or buts. There is no place that you can have as much fun And a place to unwind when the hard day is done. There is nothing better than returning home And knowing that you're never truly alone. ~ Angel of Hummingbirds ~ Called to Return Home Many years have passed between me and my childhood. Truly a journey and time of great learning. Yet with each day that swiftly flies by Never a moment stands in stagnant waters, Always am I called to return home. Returning home. Where is home? Is that a physical place, or is it a place of the heart and mind? So where shall I go? Where will this beckoning spirit lead me? For me, home is both a physical place, and a place in my heart! Am I prepared for this return journey? And yet, how can I return if I have never left? Is this not a place of comfort? A place to have all of my woes cradled in unity and love bonding? What if I am already there? To return would mean that I have left this place of comfort, to venture among others that have also left. Giving ourselves over to vulnerability. I have chosen to always have my home with me. In my heart. There shall I always find the comfort, love, and contentment of mind, body, and spirit! Therefore, I shall never know what it is like to return home! ~ Angel Pascha ~ All graphics are copyright Wings of Love and Light and may not be used without written permission. You may contact the webmistress at Angel of the Forest Main image courtesy of Jeffrey Bedrick