Home and Every Kind of Gift

Returning home from an epic journey is always a little uncomfy, right?

Whether it’s an internal emotional processing journey from a traumatic or joyful life event, or an external odyssey into an actual place while traveling away from home, it can take a little time to re-enter ‘real’ life.

When it’s a combination of the two? OOF.

I’ve just experienced a journey like that. In recent days I’ve been unpacking my suitcase and a few other heavy things I’ve been dragging through life for years.

Mary Oliver said it best: ‘Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.’

Here’s to coming home because after all … there is no place like home.

Here’s to the box of darkness.

Here’s to the utter courage required to hold it in your hands … and begin to unwrap its gifts.