Photo essay : What is Home.

Imagery that defines Home.

Home is a Perspective.

Circles of Friendships is Home.

The smells of Baking is Home.

Books are like Good Friends & are like Home. Reading is Home.

The Sun & Sunshine are most definitely Home.

The Color Ochre is Home to me.

The Agate Jar holds the Heart of the Home.

The Trees are especially Home.

Composing Words is Home.

Music makes Home.

Tea. Knitting. Color. Home. Home Home.

Traveling enriches Coming Home.

All Holidays Strengthen Home.

Pipe Organs. Pump Organs. Their Sound is Home.

Would not feel like Home without all the Bright Vivid Colors.

Specific Artworks. Feel as if they are an Old Friend. & Also, Home.

Being in Class. Learning. School. All Home. Home. Home.

Nomadic Tent Mobile Style Home Home Home.

Star Gazing Home Outside Home.

Heartfelt Dedication to Professions. Just like Home.

Hand-Built Off-Grid is the Basic Simple Foundation of What A Home Truly Means

Liminal In-Between Home While Home Being Built. Still, Very Much Home.

Home is Able to take One to Far Away Places.

Home is a Sage Teacher.

Home is a Part of Your Evolving Identity. Who You Are Now. & Who You Once Were.

Home Is. Much More. Than a Structure.

Home Helps You Build Who YOu Really Are. Thank You Home. Thank You My Friend.

Home Is. The All of You. & Your World.

Home has a Powerful Lasting Influence Upon You No Matter How Long the Stay.

Composing All the Parts Strengthens the Bond even Greater with Home.

Home is a Destination.

Home is a Being.

Home is a Good Friend.

Home is a Kinship.

Home is the Place in which You Stand.

I pay Tribute to Home.

I pay Homage to Home.

There Truly Truly Is. No Other Place Like Home Sweet Home.

Towards Grace

by Kris Strell.

Rediscovering bits of inky tarnished jewelry

Hidden deep within my treasure box cupboard

Silently I vow to seek out polish to bring them

Back to a brilliant radiant luster & shine.

The dried up glitter nail polish the empty saved boxes

Are now easily tossed & discarded, like detoxes.

I listen to my Heart now & all is so sublime

I listen to my Heart now the true sage chime.

My Heart speaks to me now as I listen to her

Rhythmic pulsing beating tempo thoughts :

Re-build. Re-claim. Re-Ignite. Reside. Re-sign.

A new day now which is all mine.

Suddenly a butterfly appears before me

Thru an outside opened doorway

She takes pause on the rug as she takes in

The interior space & lights up the room.

A close-by robin accepts my earthworm offering

As he closely inspects my earthwork diggering.

All beings now seen as closely knit personal friends

& not merely as nature’s forms or creatures.

I get you I get to get you I see you now I understand

The meaning the worth the glory of the unhurried pace

As I slowly very slowly walk towards Grace.

I leave behind the once so ordinary fast blind race

And bring in the now the truly the vast spectacular space

Open hearted mindfulness guides my every step

As I slowly so very very very slowly bow towards Grace.