Return To Source.

A little over two years I typed a short blurb in reference to “returning to your source”. Which likened stretching yourself so thin trying to either appease other or trying to bear other’s burdens, that’s you being yourself out and at time forget what makes you you. Since 2020 I’ve made an attempt to return home at least twice a year. And each time there’s something that sets that trip apart from the last. This last trip was probably the most fulfilling thus far. From constant laughter being around my dad, cousins and brother or conversations with old friends littered with a new found maturity. A refreshing way to begin a new year for sure. There were last year when it felt like I was running in place and no matter what I did to possibly spice things up it was a fail. But having these conversations brought me back to something I needed….kindred souls. We travel all over the planet interacting with multitudes of people, touching Earth everywhere we go….yet and still home gives a you feeling you’ll never find elsewhere. I can speak on wanting to get back out west to my stuff but as soon as that plane departs…I miss home already. Even greater is the ability to pick up where you left off regardless of time lost.