Home is Where Your Heart is

Traveling across the country, airports, traffic, people, lines, hurry up and wait. While hurrying and then waiting is the opportunity to visit with so many different people from different directions. My heart is in the Gorge. I have been to many ( but not all) of the states across the US and still have many places I hope to see. I always love coming home and have not found in my heart any other place that can measure up to our Gorge.

Is this my perspective? As I listen and

meet a variety of people from a variety of places across the US, they all seem to feel the same. Not about the Gorge, but where they live. Can is be, that all of us have our heart that belongs to where we call home? I love seasons, mountains, rivers, lakes and wildlife. What I see as seasons, people from the Mid West do not, they like a HOT summer, I am melting in the heat and humidity.

Where ever you find your heart, I hope it is home. Home may not be where you are temporarily living. Sometimes we have to park our heart and find our journey home. As you venture along your way, enjoy the stops, the people, the different cultures and climate. We can make any house or stop along the way a home filled with love, but there is a place we know in our heart when we get there, that is truly home. Where is home for you?

"There is no end to your spirit, there is not limit to your journey". But home, is where your heart truly soars.