My daughter graduated from high school a while ago

and moved 300 miles away. Our paths, in essence, diverged a bit.

As she was preparing to move, I found myself musing about “paths” and what connections we create in life when our “paths cross.”

Most people with whom we cross paths in life look like this:

* We pass on the street, exchange a smile, and brighten each other’s day.
* We sit next to each other on a flight and share a story.
* We go on that blind date and it still serves as our best “worst date ever” story.

Then there is the group of people with whom we walk the same (or close parallel) path for a while:

* We were next door neighbors growing up and mastered a mean rendition of Sonny & Cher’s I Got You, Babe.

* We were friends in high school or college, and while Facebook has provided some connection, our lives have taken us in different directions.

* We strategized, laughed, and achieved lofty goals together until our career paths led us to different types of work. Despite our best intentions to stay in touch, our life paths have diverged. And, oh, how I cherished those times we spent venting about some of our co-workers together.

And then there are those precious few who come in to our life and our paths entwine in such a way that they do not ever completely untangle (nor do we want them to).

* We were best friends (the true BFF kind). While we may only see each other every five years, we catch up in an instant with a laugh and a hug.

* We are a sub-set of the “Team,” on the same mission, part of a chosen family, who have been drawn together to help change the world.

Within these relationships, there is freedom to move.  We can come together in the center (a home of sorts) and still, while never losing the sense of connection, have our own space. Even if we travel apart, we never forget the way home.

One bond—the parent/child one—is even more tightly woven than this.  The swirl image is still the same.  Yet, in my mind, the paths don’t start out by converging into the center and “crossing” there.  The child’s path begins in the center.

Which brings me back to Alex’s graduation.  Our paths over the past years have been a dance of moving away from and then back to the center.  As it should, the physical distance between us has increased and the time in the center has lessened.  Yet, energetically, we will always be connected in that space where her path began.

I hope she knows that I will always be here.  She can always come home.

In Truth & With Love,

aka Mom

P.S. – What does this have to do with a tattoo?

Alex knew about this image and decided to surprise me for Mother’s Day. She wanted me to know that she will always have the roadmap to find her way back home. While I am not particularly a fan of her getting a tattoo, that child is one smart cookie.

Byron Katie teaches

that there are, ultimately, only three types of business in this world: mine, yours, and God’s (please insert whatever term feels right to you here). She also teaches that much of our stress comes from mentally living in some place other than our own business.*

I agree.

And I have also witnessed great power within community when the three types of business overlap in a functional way.  When we come together, with healthy boundaries and a mutual desire to do good—whether it’s supporting someone when she’s down or healing an entire ecosystem—magic happens. If you stay in that clear, central space as a team long enough, your enlivened vision invites other unseen energies to join you.

My wish for you is that you feel the touch of magical unseen forces in your work from time to time. I have no idea what that would look like for you, because that would be your business. But I hope that you feel something as wonderful to you as my faith feels to me.

It is also my sincere wish that you (and I) choose to occupy that space where functional team work and magic happen.

In Truth & With Love,

* If you are not familiar with Byron Katie or her view on the three kinds of business, you can read about it here.  Scroll to page 7 of her little book and start with “Staying in Your Own Business.”  (I actually recommend the whole little book if you have time!)

** This blog was originally published on February 5, 2014.

I found an old relic of a thought this week.

It’s something my second-grade teacher said to me as I was drawing a poster-sized clown in art class, and it’s apparently been lurking in my creative subconscious ever since:

“Real artists don’t erase their lines.”

Erm… What?
No wonder I stopped sharing my doodles long, long ago.

I remember that being a damn fine clown—much finer without the lines that didn’t add to my red-nosed vision. But like a scratched LP, my brain has repeated that teacher’s proclamation and I’ve been afraid of making a mistake because I (obviously!) could never erase it.

In honor of finding that creativity-squashing BS sitting in my psyche, I pulled out my finest eraser and put it to work in a doodle journal. Then I dared myself to post something (anything), erased lines and all, to Facebook.

The “Clean” Loop of Faith

Since it was New Year’s Day, many people were posting their “word/theme/song” for the year. Deciding that I wanted an image for the year rather than a word, I doodled what I hoped the year would feel like. A “clean” loop of faith. A “continuous loop between rest and play” as Martha Beck likes to call it – when life is sustainably running smoothly, playfully, and profitably.

Taking my own dare, I posted it.

The smudged unfinished look. The imperfection in the lines. The fear of being judged.
It felt like play to draw it. It took a leap of faith to post it.

What had stopped me from sharing something like this in the past?  
The smudged unfinished look. The imperfection in the lines. The fear of being judged.
Not drawing it felt like hiding. A lack of faith prevented me from sharing it.

A change in perspective about eraser lines changed everything.

The Whole Picture

Employing my trusty eraser, I doodled a bit more. Here’s what my world looks like when I lack faith in myself, others, God, the Universe, or whatever else has the power to pull me through:

When I lose faith, I drop from the top loop of cathartic rest and joyful play to the bottom loop of fear and control. My goodness, have I mastered both sides of this loop! The passive, inactive, “avoid at all cost any situation that might result in judgement” loop sits on one side and the side, while the overactive workaholic occupies the other.

Heading Due North

So how do you return to the “clean” loop of resting and playing?

You guessed it…

In this instance:  I challenged my second-grade story that real artists don’t have erasers and threw something out there for the sake of being able to play with my friends. Play before perfection is way more fun.

I even leapt over the “word of the year” convention when I noticed that what called me was an image for the year. Honoring the desire to create an image for the year was having faith in my vision. And faith in your vision can lead to far bigger things than a Facebook post with lots of comments.

Which means we’ll need a much bigger eraser. We’ve got lots of doodling to do!

In Truth & With Love,

*Originally published January 4, 2014.

A few years ago, I was faced with a most perplexing quandary:

“What do I wear to go with Martha to the annual “O You!” event where Oprah’s O Magazine comes to life?”  

I wasn’t asking what do I wear to go see my mentor, Martha Beck.  No, no. That would have been easy. I wanted to know what to wear to go accompany and support her behind the scenes as she presents at the Oprah shindig. I’d be in the Green Room with the O Magazine experts!  I might meet Oprah!

I don’t generally get star struck… but I knew I needed to be strong and confident enough to stand my ground and protect Martha from big egos, icky fan-frenzy, and the throng of attendees.

I am not one to fuss over my wardrobe or try on everything in my closet. However, I did stand in the middle of my closet far longer than usual pondering if I could get away with my now-normal uniform of jeans and boots, or if a shopping spree was in order.

I finally pulled out the only black “power suit” that I’d kept from my old corporate days. The one I kept for funerals.  I paired it with a leopard print self-confidence-building blouse and the most comfortable 3-inch heels that I owned. Perfect.

Then I walked around for a day…

As Martha delivered her message, comfortably sporting her signature scarf, jeans, and boots, she nailed me, my aching feet, and my what-to-wear insecurities with these extracted bits from her speech:

“Why don’t you lay your armor down?”
“Just wear what you would wear to have coffee with dear friends.”

“Armor limits my consciousness.”
“… I’d be a different person standing here in high heels, thinking that high heels made me more special than I am when I just show up as little me. You know… without much to offer except myself.”

“Why take off that armor? … When you take your armor off, you realize that the only piece of you that will endure is Love. And that that’s enough, because that is, in fact, what you are.“ *

My armor and I were sitting right in front of her.
Earlier that day, we’d sat right next to her as she drafted and practiced her speech (did she know? Damn, she’s good!).

She didn’t need my power suit.
She definitely didn’t need me hobbling behind her with painful feet in heels.
She just wanted Love to be there to support her in a place where there would be uncomfortable frenetic energy to navigate.

Love, it appears, is the only power suit we really need.
That, and some comfortable shoes.**

What armor, my friends, can you lay down?

In Truth & With Love,

* If you want to watch Martha’s whole “O You!” talk, you can find it here!  The part that hit me square between the eyes runs between the 12:45 and 19:30 minute marks.

** You haven’t been truly humbled until you’ve walked around barefoot through the LA streets with Martha Beck and Susan Casey, the Editor in Chief of O Magazine.  Next time I’m wearing these —>

*** Originally published July 5, 2013

One weekend in May,

I ventured to Scottsdale, Arizona for my second onsite training as an Equus Coach®. For those of you who know me, you know that the idea of being un-tethered from my computer for this long used to be completely outside of my comfort zone.  Prior to my Equus Coach training, I was also far from being a “horse person” who spent time riding or around stables.

So why, in heavens name, did I do such a thing?  For three main reasons:

For the magical and spiritual pull
These days, I no longer question anything that has a magical and/or spiritual pull about it.  While I didn’t understand how everything I was being called to do quite fit together, I’d started to see glimpses and had faith that it would.  In the meantime, I was having a heck of a good time giving myself space to heal and helping others do the same.

For the power of the experience
Prior to this weekend’s onsite, I learned more about myself in the round pen with a large black horse during a workshop with Koelle Simpson than I had in months of traditional coaching.

Ever since, I have been a fan of the deep, efficient, and experiential power of this work. Every time I step into a round pen, I seem to be able to peel another layer of scar tissue back and shine light on whatever caused it to be there in the first place.  It is sometimes not easy, often humbling and always empowering.

For permission to play outside
I was entranced by the playful spiritual connection that Koelle and the horses seemed to have. I wanted to learn how to really relax, have fun, to be patient, and channel my energy in that way.

Additionally, the horses would not fit in my home office, where I no longer wanted to hide. Moving outside, I gave myself permission to stop looking at the clock, monitoring my e-mail, and take a real stab at doing this thing called “play.”

Finding your Ground Truth

It was during this second onsite that I realized that these three reasons—the reasons I was becoming an Equus Coach—were also a few of the basic ground rules of finding your Ground Truth.

What is Ground Truth?

Ground Truth \’graund ‘truth\ n : In military jargon, the term is used to describe the true reality of a situation, as opposed to what intelligence reports and mission plans assert the reality to be.

Here, Ground Truth is used to describe the reality of your own truth that is guiding you to to do something differently, as opposed to what your parents, peers, or success gurus spout as being the way to wealth, happiness and skinny jeans.

When you stand solidly on this foundation, fun things start happening.  You get honest with yourself, awaken to what’s working, and want to begin moving away from what is out of your integrity and toward what is in it.

I heartily encourage you to pay attention to whatever it is that magically or spiritually pulls you:

• It could be a tap root touching your soul and leading you to a piece of yourself that you’ve not yet met or forgot long ago.  Embrace it.  Even if it doesn’t make logical sense, it will make energetic and spiritual sense if it touches into your Ground Truth.
• It will lead you to an experience that will promote healing.
• It will guide you to a life full of permission to really show up and play. If you have forgotten how, you are not alone.  I’m learning again too.

In Truth & With Love,

* Originally posted May 14, 2011

I don’t claim to know much,

but this I know for sure: when I started doing nothing on a daily basis, magic started happening.

This is the story of some magic.

I was noodling on the idea of enrolling in Martha Beck’s life coach training. This wasn’t just partaking in some self-improvement class. This was career changing, snow globe escaping consideration.

On frequent flier miles and a knee jerk, I signed up for Martha’s Steering by Starlight seminar held in Phoenix. The idea was to experience her energy in person and let my intuition decide. One morning prior to the trip, I asked the Universe to give me some clues. Ask and ye shall receive:

Journal entry: April 30, 2008

Holy cow! I just listened to a recording of Martha coaching and her client might as well have been me. Paraphrased quote from Martha: “Can I see that my ‘job’ and being in that state of perpetual stress will kill me? That is not making a living… it’s making a dying.”

The closer the Phoenix trip gets, the more unspoken questions are just “answered.” The answer appears in a magazine, book, MP3, e-mail, through a friend… or from that small voice… like magic. Listening to Martha coach brought me to tears. Not only because she addressed head-on some of my fears, but because it sounds like freedom.

Journal entry: May 2, 2008

• Turned on the radio and Let It Fade was playing: “Let this old life crumble, let it fade…”
• Picked up The Joy Diet and opened to the chapter on “Risks.” The rule is that the risk has to scare the pants off of you.
• Picked up my coffee cup and this was staring at me: “What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?”
• E-mail popped up with this subject line: “It’s Time to Break Free.” The content meant nothing… but the subject line freaked me out.
• Quote on calendar page for the day: “To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.” – Edwin Arlington Robinson
• At work: We were working through a settlement with a tough customer. Last week, in a bit of exasperation I blurted: “If we ever get this done, I’m quitting while I’m ahead.” Today, they paid us an unsolicited lump sum that cleared their entire high six-figure past due balance. Their explanation is that they are going through a system upgrade and wanted to finalize their balance. Most customers will use this as a reason to NOT pay. Maybe I do need to quit while I’m ahead?

Journal entry: May 7, 2008

Clergy column in our church messenger had this Bob Dylan quote: “You are either busy being born or busy dying.”

Journal entry: May 11, 2008

The song that kicked off our Sunday worship service was entitled “Break Free.”

Journal entry: May 13, 2008

Received an unrelated e-mail from a friend and this was at the bottom:
“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” – Matthew 6:34

I must have stopped journaling at this point… but the magic didn’t stop.

The trip to Phoenix brought about dreams that resolved and stopped recurring dreams I’ve had since college. Beautiful and peaceful dreams.

I enrolled in coach training. How could I not? The freakishly synchronistic encounters and events only enhanced my faith that there is a higher power at work in our lives. And that higher power was talking to me loudly and clearly… especially when I least expected to hear from it… and in my sleep.

By October, the questions revolved around not if, but when, I wanted to become a full time coach.

• Should I resign from my day job in December and hit the ground running with the New Year? Or wait until the Spring when I’d have three more weeks of paid vacation in the hopper?
• Was it even wise to leave my steady job when the economy was tanking?

I was pondering all of this while picking up some lunch-to-go and saw the new Skirt magazine on the racks. Jokingly, and to divert attention away from my internal bantering, I asked: “okay, Skirt, what do you have to say? Wait for Spring or not?”

Here’s what the cover said:

“Have you bloomed lately? … Don’t wait for spring to shed the comforter of inertia that keeps you asleep in the bud, the permafrost of habit that keeps you stuck in a no-growth zone. Stop wishing – start working. Quit waiting – start groundbreaking. What’s the story you’re waiting to be, the Super Power you’ve been hiding, the seed you haven’t watered, the calling you’ve put on hold, the forgiveness you’ve withheld, the next step you haven’t taken? There’s a Wild Flower in you waiting to blossom… A stargazer lily with sky-high dreams.”

I kid you not. I almost dropped my salad in the parking lot.

Anyone not familiar with Martha Beck’s Steering by Starlight should know that the book is all about finding your path to your own North Star and following it through the eyes of your inner Stargazer.

Needless to say, I did not wait for spring.

But shortly thereafter, the message of it all became downright freaky. Two weeks after I resigned from that “safe” job, the “stable” company imploded. It is possible that I would have still been employed, collecting money, dealing with liquidation, and listening to bankruptcy lawyers. But it would have been the antithesis of authentic and certainly not joy-filled.

Your intuition knows when it’s time to change. Synchronicities and God-winks are everywhere if you are open to seeing them.

If you have a question, ask the Universe—then watch for the synchronicities and trust. What magic are you noticing?

In Truth & With Love,

*Originally posted June 27, 2009

How do you know

if it’s your intuition or your lizard speaking to you?

In an earlier post, I discussed rabbits. This week, it’s lizards. Soon we’ll have a zoo.

Here’s how you know if it’s your lizard or your intuition speaking:

• The reptilian part of our brain, or our lizard, has one job… to keep us on high alert so we don’t fall prey to a predator or starvation. Our lizard talks through fear to keep us fed and safe.
• An intuitive hunch is a gut reaction, a whisper from the Universe, or a knowing that something is innately right or wrong without reasoning or judgment. Listening to your essential self speak and following your intuition is liberating to the soul.
  Our lizards react to our intuitive instincts. If your intuition is leading you outside of your comfort zone, lizard fears are almost inevitable.
• So… Picking up where we left off with the rabbits: What if you have followed your intuition, have a wonderful life… and then realize ten days or ten years later that something isn’t right? What if you hear a calling to do something radically different than the life you worked so hard to create?

The first step: don’t freak out.

Your lizard might think it’s necessary. It isn’t.

Listen to what your essential self has to say and process the message. Advise your lizard that no action is necessary at this point and thank her for her concern.

Living in a snow globe

This is where that journal I found from last year comes in. I really had no socially valid reason to be dissatisfied. However, a little over a year ago, I woke up to the suffocating image that I was trapped in a snow globe. Here are some of my entries:

April 2008 – Early morning: Now I have to go to work. I love my corner office with windows. In the winter when it snows, it feels like I’m in a snow globe. Right now (if I were sitting at my desk), there’s a dogwood blooming outside the window to my right. If the windows opened, I could touch the blooms. Outside of the window in front of me, a pair of gray and red birds is building a nest. I can’t see the nest because it’s under a branch. But I can see them flying in and out, bringing twigs and other stuff. If I could open that window, I could lean out and see the nest about 5 feet away.

Come to think of it…
A snow globe is a great metaphor.
I can’t open those windows.
I can look out into the beauty of the world… but not touch it. I suddenly feel trapped, restless and in an environment that is unnatural and unsafe.

I want out of the snow globe.

I want the snow to land on my head and I want to sit under the tree and watch the birds. Today, after a few less-than-joy-filled meetings… I will start devising my exit plan.

Mid morning:
On the way to work, the emotion of writing about the snow globe effect overwhelmed me and I started to cry. My first reaction was to reach for the anti-anxiety meds. I stopped, though, realizing that this is an ingrained reaction to dealing with raw emotion and fear. I stuff it down or snuff it out. I don’t want to feel the emotions. This emotion is spawned from the joy of listening to my true self and allowing it to speak. It’s annoyance over having to go to a meeting and pretend like I care. My life is not bad… but I might choose to replace it with something better. I let myself cry and feel the feelings. I did not touch the pill bottle.

Early afternoon:
I am now in the meeting. I do care… but I care with a plan to leave this a better place than when I got here 9 ½ years ago. This will have been a better place for me being here. I will leave here at peace with the job I did and with a graceful exit.

What fascinates me the most is how VERY clear the message was at the beginning and end of the day. Slap in the middle, my lizard came out to play. I can hear her now:

“Are you crazy? The snow globe is safe. Take a Xanax and you’ll be calm, rational and able to go work. You’ve worked all your life in this industry. This is who you are and what you do. ”

Thank goodness I didn’t listen to her!

Instead, after sitting through the day of revelation, slightly claustrophobic panic, lizard fears, annoyance, and sadness, came what appears to have been peace. Peace and a vision to create options. By not freaking out, I was able to hear my way out of the snow globe and count the blessings of my past.

If I had chosen to ignore my intuition, indulge my lizard, and shut my essential self up by medicating her, I wouldn’t have been able to think so clearly. The nagging sense of “not right” might have manifested into stress and anxiety over who knows what.

If you stumble upon the realization that you’re stuck, don’t let your lizard misguide you. Pause, feel the emotion, listen to any intuitive messages, and write about it. Walk with a friend and talk about it. Leave a comment and let’s compare notes.

In Truth & With Love,

Originally published June 3, 2009

Have you ever started to do something and then become distracted?

An hour (or three) passes and you can’t remember what you were planning to do in the first place? That just happened.

Sometimes, it’s just an ordinary diversion or procrastination technique. But when my essential self wants to chase rabbits, I’ve learned to listen, trust, and follow her lead.

Today, after sitting down to write, I stumbled across some documents from my old work computer. Instead of writing, I started cleaning them out. Of course, that means I now have no idea what I was going to write about an hour ago, but I found something SO much better! To my surprise, one of the documents is a short journal from last spring. This is surprising for three reasons:

1. I didn’t journal back then (apparently I did!)
2. I had completely forgotten about it (explains #1)
3. I have been trying to come up with a good way to illustrate how following your intuition can change your life. Hello?! I’ve just lived through an epic tale of what happens when you embrace intuitive hunches and take a leap of faith. This journal is from the beginning of that journey.

So, I chased a rabbit… and a new blog series on intuition and synchronicities was born in which I illustrate how a state of stuck can be dislodged by listening to your essential self speak.

When your essential self speaks…

Intuition is one of the languages through which your essential self speaks. Your brain might not have yet wrapped a logical reason around why you feel icky around a certain person or excited when you walk into a certain place, but your essential self knows. Your intuition can clue you into the things and people that serve you well or that drain you before you get a chance to rationally understand why. It is also your overall guide to the path you were born to follow.

When your essential self speaks… chase the rabbit.

Come to think of it… Chase it with no regret.

Chasing rabbits is a term I’ve used for years in reference to following intuitive hunches. Following your intuition (a real rabbit) is much different than procrastinating or moving toward socially acceptable goals for the sake of fulfilling desires of the ego (a fake rabbit).

The trick is to know which rabbits are real and which ones are just pulling your leg. I will admit that I’ve been in the company of greyhounds chasing fake rabbits on many occasions, but the more I listen to my intuition, the clearer the difference between the real and the stuffed rabbits become.

What if you realize the rabbit is a sham mid-chase?

Stop. Pause to soak in the lessons learned and then move on.

Corey Ciocchetti is a professor of business law and ethics at the University of Denver who speaks about Cash, the greyhound, who realized one day that the rabbit he was chasing was fake and, without remorse, stopped racing. He poses a great fundamental question: “Do you chase real rabbits? If not, what do you chase and why?”

If, upon reflection, you realize one of your rabbits is full of fluff, Corey makes this solid point: “The great thing about life… is that the road to lasting, authentic success contains many on-ramps. Although we have chased fake rabbits in the past, we can move towards authentic success in a split second.”

Notice that neither Corey nor I said to throw a pity party for time and energy wasted chasing fake rabbits. What I believe he is saying (and what I am suggesting) is that you put down whatever you are using to maintain a stuffed state of numbness—the cookie, the TV remote, the beverage—and simply stop the sham. Feel your emotions, count your blessings, and then find a new passion, hobby, or career that feels real. Tune in to your intuition and find the next on-ramp.

What if you catch the rabbit, keep it as a pet (job, partner, college major) for a while, then realize ten days or ten years later that it no longer makes you happy?

Like Kenny Rogers says: “you gotta know when to hold ‘em; know when to fold ‘em; know when to walk away; know when to run.”

Your essential self knows the minute when that “used-to-be-perfect” situation no longer serves you well. It knows how, what, why, and when… The trick is to trust your gut and listen to the whisper of your intuition. The sooner you look at your desire to change in the eye, the more quickly you can make peace with it, devise an exit strategy, and part ways.

Admittedly, this scenario might carry a bit more emotional and literal baggage than realizing the rabbit was fake before you snared it. Therefore, this is where we’ll pick up in the next post… When Your Essential Self Speaks… Don’t Freak Out

Until then, listen to your intuition. You never know what you’re going to find: a new opportunity, a lost sweater button, or a journal that reminds you of how stuck you were and how far you’ve come. One thing’s for sure—you will be closer to your essential self than when you started.

What rabbits have you chased lately?

In Truth & With Love,

*Originally published May 20, 2009

When I retired from life on the hamster wheel,

it didn’t take just a couple of boxes to pack the stuff. It took two men and a truck. My office furniture was Dad’s before he retired. It was comforting to have a piece of him around since work was where I got to know him the best as a teenager and young adult. While Dad taught me how to survive in the politically-charged, male-dominated business world, he also passed along some basic life principles:

• the importance of acting with integrity
• the value of trusting your intuition
• how to look forward, rather than behind, for growth opportunity

Consequently, there was no question that the whole office had to be moved into our home somewhere and somehow. Because I was still in a state of non-creative self-induced shock, everything went back on the bookshelves the same as it had been in the corporate office. All the once relevant stuff—from conference badges to department gag gifts to finance text books—adorned my new space. It was familiar, organized, and safe.

It took exactly three months to figure out why I didn’t feel at home in my new office. It was cluttered with loved, yet now irrelevant, things that kept me looking back. Someday, I will put some of it in a scrapbook. Today*, however, I’m placing everything that doesn’t feel future-focused in a big box in a storage closet.

The more “stuff” I move out, the more of “me” moves in.

There are windows on three sides of the room, all of which are standing wide open. A breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and I’m sweating like a dog. There is no snow globe effect here.

I finally feel like this is not just a vacation that’s going to end come Monday morning. It’s been a homecoming in a literal and figurative sense:

• coming home to meet the bus when the kids get home from school
• coming home to work that lights up me and my right-brained strengths
• coming home to physical and spiritual self care

A moment ago, the words of “This is Home” by Switchfoot filled the room, and I sang a prayer of gratitude and freedom as I closed up the box of memorabilia.

Can your sense of home be enhanced by a little future-focused spring cleaning?

Wishing you the peace of being home where ever you might be.

*Today was April 26, 2009. Much has changed since then. Much is still the same.

Photo credit: Jennifer Johnsen

Full lyrics:

“This is Home”
Switchfoot

I’ve got my memories always inside of me,
But I can’t go back, back to how it was.
I believe you now. I’ve come too far.
No, I can’t go back, back to how it was.
Created for a place I’ve never known.

Chorus
This is home.
Now I’m finally where I belong, where I belong.
Yeah, this is home.
I’ve been searching for a place of my own.
Now I’ve found it. Maybe this is home.
Yeah, this is home.

Belief over misery, I’ve seen the enemy,
And I won’t go back, back to how it was.
And I got my heart set on what happens next.
I got my eyes wide, it’s not over yet.
We are miracles and we’re not alone.

And now, after all my searching,
After all my questions, I’m gonna call it home.
I got a brand new mindset.
I can finally see the sunset.
I’m gonna call it home.

Now I know, yeah, this is home.

I’ve come too far and I won’t go back.
Yeah, this is home.