As I got into my car after work Thursday, I felt a vague sense of unease. Something felt wrong. But what was it?
There was something wrong. Something was missing.
I went through a mental checklist, but there was nothing obvious. I wasn’t especially hungry or thirsty. There was no pressing need that I was overlooking. But I felt a wave of crushing emotion and then a thought hit me.
“I want to go Home.”
As the waves of emotions rushed over me, I knew what was going on. I wasn’t feeling a sudden need to go to the house where I live. I was filled with the crushing need for something which we all know in a deep part of our unconscious collective psyche.
Home isn’t just the place where we live. Home is a state of being in which we’re where we belong, among people who love us, where we fit and are accepted. To be Home is to experience the magic of knowing you are exactly where you need to be.

Your words of kindness can show love to strangers struggling in life
Brutal truth is that we will never be able to fix all of world’s evils
Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
Who are you trying to impress? Answer may explain who you are
Maybe it’s easier to do hard things when nobody says they’re difficult
We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble
Love & Hope — Episode 5:
I’m writing a book — and I’ll be talking about it as it progresses