In the past four years, my family and I have moved a lot. I thought our house in the Hollywood Hills was our forever home and I found great comfort and happiness in that. I grew up living in one house; I was sure my son would too. But then we started moving — first to Hartsdale, NY, then to Larchmont, then again in Larchmont. And we’re not done. But one thing I do know for certain: home is where my heart is; where I am with my boys.
It’s in my art journaling, too. I find peace inside myself and am comforted when I journal. Some find it when they exercise, some when they pray, some when they shop. Mine is in my pages.
No matter where I am, I find that “ahhh” place — I breathe differently, stress dissapates, and I feel all right with the world.
Even when I’m on the road “home”.