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At the end of a trip it can be so nice to know you are heading home - especially if you've spent a lifetime creating a place you feel both comfortable and motivated in.  It's not just about returning to your own bed, your loved ones, or your pets.  This home is the place where things are just as they should be for you.  Somewhere you've finally found comfort in your own skin, your own ideas and even in your own dreams.  When you've been out of your element long enough to realize that even your supposed struggles pale in the comparison of others and when you've almost forgotten the day to day drudgery you were eager to escape at the onset of your trip then it is indeed time to make the journey home.

Today, I prepare to make that journey, with a glad heart for the gift of reconnection and a head full of new potential and inspiration.  As summer has wound down for most of the US and the kids are shuffling back into classrooms I send best wishes for a cozy return to home and hearth as the amber coat of fall wraps around us all.

Remember the old Ro-Sham-Bo game?  Paper covers Rock and wins.  Such a fundamental lesson of how when least expected the mightiest of enemies can fall at the hands of the simplest things.  It is like this, I think, with hardened hearts - who's life's struggles have turned them to stone.  I witnessed it myself just last night as someone I've known to be frozen in a granite fortress of fear fell prey to the crushing blows of authentic, belly wrenching, side-splitting, laughter.  Laughter so sweet and intoxicating it got the whole room giggling until everyone was just about out of breath.  That kind of laughter can heal such a heart, if not completely than at least by blasting a chasm wide enough for the love to flow again from that heart into the world.  Something everyone in the room was better for.  So, when times are darkest, and you feel your own heart turning cold and hard find a way, any way, to laugh and let your own love flow.

I stood marveling at how it all comes down to wiping tears and runny noses - this parenthood thing.  In the end the rest really is up to the child.  This is how we grow as human beings we watch, we learn, we try, we fail, we try again, and no matter what at something at the right time, we triumph.  Through it all, if we are lucky, we have our family - whether that's a mother, father, uncle or aunt - someone who tells us we can do it, over and over and when we do occasionally fall down is there to wipe our tears or nose and tell us to try again - because having gone before us, in their own way on their own path, they have learned that everything will indeed be all right.  

I'm off in Montana visiting my GREAT niece, which quite frankly I am too young to have, and it's amazing to see how a family grows.  Remembering together all the stories of days gone by with my Mother and Sister and then watching one niece and nephew grow from a little pea pod to adulthood and now motherhood.  It's a bitter sweet reminder of how life passes quickly and also how much you can either pack into it or take away from it.  I am enjoying the gift of this time together and knowing these stories will be added to our family tree as it continues to grow.