True, Deep Home....

A friend from the Netherlands, through China, now of the world,  read my essay about what and where we call "home"...

He wrote me back...a poem...and he said...

We call a place home...but true home may trace to an earlier time...to a family far greater than what we know as our family right here and right now...

We have sisters and brothers part of a greater family...it spans time...and space...

As does our life...

And yet,

We are a spec in the universe, renting space here...

Yet, we must also be the center of our own universe...

Making choices every day, which we just somehow hope are correct...

And every day, we must eat, and sleep at night...and watch the sun come up...

....every morning

...who we live for...who we want to see by our side...that is what makes our spec...
.......in the universe....

        SO HUGE.....every second we are here.....