Life to me is more than feeling the tingly sensations of happiness in my body, though. It has come to mean forcing myself to be still enough to hear the four-part harmony of the waterfall.
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What is home? Truly, I ask this question. [...]
I feel rather stumped by the question these days, though. I find myself wanting to define "home" as the place that feels like home, and yet, I really can't say where that is at the moment.
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As I drove past the snow-dusted meadow, through the creek a second time, and pulled up next to the RV, I took it all in. The meadow was still covered with a few inches of snow and the dirt road passing beneath us was more frozen than muddy.
When I got out to greet Dave, I was no longer the little girl riding the too-big-hand-me-down bike. I was the adventure-woman driving her adventure-mobile.
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